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I don't know if I can open upI've been opened enoughI don't know if I can open upI'm not a birthday presentI'm aggressive regressiveThe past is overAnd passive scenes so patheticAre we fated, faithful, or fatal?Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?I feel sole and alone like a hereticAnd I'm ready to meet my makerI feel sole and alone like a hereticI'm ready to meet my makerLazarus has got no dirt on meLazarus has got no dirt on meAnd I'll rise to every occasionI'm the Mephistopheles of Los AngelesOf Los AngelesDon't know if I cannot open upI been opened too muchDouble-crossed and glossed over in my pathosAre we fated, faithful, or fatal?SongtexteAre we fated, faithful, or fatal?I feel sole and alone like a hereticAnd I'm ready to meet my makerI feel sole and alone like a hereticI'm ready to meet my makerLazarus has got no dirt on meLazarus has got no dirt on meAnd I'll rise to every occasionI'm the Mephistopheles of Los AngelesOf Los AngelesAre we fated, faithful, or fatal?Are we fated, faithful, or fatal? Aus Songtexte Mania