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 regressive

The past is over
And passive scenes so pathetic
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
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 every danger
I´m the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
Don´t know if I can open up
I been opened too much
Double cross glossed over in my path-os
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I was fated, faithful, fatal

I feel sole and alone like a heretic
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 every danger
I´m the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
And I´m ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
And I´m ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
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 every danger
I´m the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles