Marilyn Manson — The Mephistopheles Of Los Angeles

[Verse 1] 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 aggressive The past is over Now the passive seems so pathetic [Pre-Chorus] Are we fated, faithful, or fatal? Are we fated, faithful, or fatal? [Chorus] I'm feeling 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 rise to every occasion I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles Of Los Angeles [Verse 2] Don't know if I cannot open up I've been opened too much Double-crossed and glossed over in my Pathos [Pre-Chorus] Are we fated, faithful, or fatal? Are we fated, faithful, or fatal? [Chorus] I'm feeling 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 rise to every occasion I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles Of Los Angeles