Marilyn Manson - The Mephistopheles Of Los Angeles
Don't know if I can open up, I've been open enough. Don't know if I can open up, I'm not a birthday present.
I'm aggressive regressive,
The past is over
And passive scenes so pathetic.
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
I'm feeling sole and alone like a heretic,
And I'm ready to meet my maker,
I'm feeling sole 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 every danger,
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles.
Don't know if I can open up, I've been open too much,
Double cross crossed over in my Pathos.
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
I'm feeling sole and alone like a heretic,
And I'm ready to meet my maker,
I'm feeling sole 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 every danger,
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles.
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
I'm feeling sole and alone like a heretic,
And I'm ready to meet my maker,
I'm feeling sole 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 every danger,
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles.
