Fated, Faithful, Fatal Lyrics – Marilyn Manson
Don’t know if I can open up
Been opened enough
Don’t know if I can open up
I’m not a birthday present
I’m aggressive regressive
The past is over
Now passive seems so pathetic
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
I’m feeling *** and alone like a heretic
And I’m ready to meet my maker
I’m feeling *** and alone like a heretic
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
Don’t know if I can open up
I’ve been opened too much
Double-crossed, glossed-over in my pathos
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
I’m feeling *** and alone like a heretic
And I’m ready to meet my maker
I’m feeling *** 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 Angeles
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
‘Cause I’m feeling *** and alone like a heretic
And I’m ready to meet my maker
I’m feeling *** and alone like a heretic
I’m ready to meet my maker
I’m feeling *** and alone like a heretic
I’m ready to meet my maker
‘Cause I’m feeling *** and alone like a heretic
I’m ready to meet my maker
Lazarus got no dirt on me
Lazarus got no dirt on me
‘Cause I rise to every occasion
I’m the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
I’m the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
