The Mephistopheles Of Los Angeles
Marilyn Manson

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 aggressive
The past is over
And now the passive seems so pathetic

Are 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
I?m ready to meet my maker
Lazarus got no dirt on me
Lazarus got no dirt on me
And I rise in every occasion
I?m the mephistopheles of Los Angeles

Don?t know if I cannot open up
I?ve been opened too much
Double-crossed and glossed over in my pathos

Are 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
I?m ready to meet my maker
Lazarus got no dirt on me
Lazarus got no dirt on me
And I rise in every occasion
I?m the mephistopheles of Los Angeles