Letra de The Mephistopheles Of Los Angeles
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 reggressive The past is over Now the passive seems so patheticAre 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 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 AngelesDon't know if I can open up I've been opened too much Double-crossed and glossed over in my PathosAre 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 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 AngelesAre we fated, faithful, or fatal? Are we fated, faithful, or 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 And I'm ready to meet my makerI'm feeling 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 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 I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles