Lyrics:

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 aggressive, the past is over
Now passive seems so pathetic

Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?

I'm feeling sown and alone like a heretic, and I'm ready to meet my maker
I'm feeling sown 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

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 sown and alone like a heretic, and I'm ready to meet my maker
I'm feeling sown 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

Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?

I'm feeling sown and alone like a heretic, and I'm ready to meet my maker
I'm feeling sown 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