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



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Lee Bates, Brian Hugh Warner
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