The Mephistopheles of Los Angeles

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?

I feel stoned and alone like a heretic

And I'm ready to meet my maker

I feel 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

Don't know if I can open up

Been opened too much

Double crossed, glossed over in my pathos

Are we fated, faithful or fatal?

Are we fated, faithful or fatal?

I feel stoned and alone like a heretic

And I'm ready to meet my maker

I feel 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, fatal?

I feel stoned and alone like a heretic

And I'm ready to meet my maker

I feel stoned and alone like a heretic

And I'm ready to meet my maker

I feel stoned and alone like a heretic

And I'm ready to meet my maker

I feel stoned and alone like a heretic

And 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'm the Mephistopheles

Of Los Angeles