The Mephistopheles Of Los Angeles lyrics

I don't know if I cannot 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

Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?

Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?

I'm feeling stoned and alone like a heretic

And I'm ready to meet my maker

I feel sole and alone like a heretic

I'm ready to meet my maker

Lazarus has got no dirt on me

Lazarus has 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 cannot open up

I been opened too much

Double-crossed and glossed over in my pathos

I'm feeling stoned and alone like a heretic

And I'm ready to meet my maker

I feel sole and alone like a heretic

I'm ready to meet my maker

Lazarus has got no dirt on me

Lazarus has 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?

• Artist:Marilyn Manson
• Album:The Pale Emperor (2015)