Fated, Faithful, Fatal

I don't know if I can open up I've been opened enough I don't know if I can open up I'm not a birthday present I'm aggressive regressive The past is over Now passive seems so pathetic Are we fated, faithful, or fatal? Are we fated, faithful, or fatal? And I'm feeling stoned and alone like a heretic And I'm ready to meet my maker I'm feeling stoned and alone like a heretic I'm ready to meet my maker Lazarus got no dirt on me Lazarus got no dirt on me And I'll rise to every occasion I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles Of Los Angeles I don't know if I can open up I've been opened too much Double-crossed, glossed over in my Pathos Are we fated, faithful, or fatal? Are we fated, faithful, or fatal? And I'm feeling stoned and alone like a heretic And I'm ready to meet my maker I'm feeling stoned and alone like a heretic I'm ready to meet my maker Lazarus got no dirt on me Lazarus got no dirt on me And I'll rise to every occasion I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles Of Los Angeles Are we fated, faithful, or fatal? Are we fated, faithful, or fatal? Yeah 'Cause I'm feeling stoned and alone, like a heretic And I'm ready to meet my maker I'm feeling stoned and alone, like a heretic I'm ready to meet my maker And I'm feeling stoned and alone, like a heretic I'm ready to meet my maker 'Cause I'm feeling stoned and alone, like a heretic I'm ready to meet my maker Lazarus got no dirt on me Lazarus got no dirt on me 'Cause I'll rise to every occasion I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles Of Los Angeles I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles