Fated, Faithful, Fatal Lyrics

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
And passive seems so pathetic
Are we fated, faithful, 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
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus got no dirt on me
Lazarus got no dirt on me
And I'll rise every occasion
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
Don't know if I can open up
I been opened too much
Double cross glossed over in my pathos
Are we fated, faithful, 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
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus got no dirt on me
Lazarus got no dirt on me
And I'll rise every occasion
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
Are we fated, faithful, fatal
Are we fated, faithful, fatal
I feel stone 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
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus got no dirt on me
Lazarus got no dirt on me
And I'll rise every occasion
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles