Текст Marilyn Manson – Fated, Faithful, Fatal

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 stoned and alone like a heretic
And I’m ready to meet my maker
I’m feeling stoned 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 stoned and alone like a heretic
And I’m ready to meet my maker
I’m feeling 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 to every occasion

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

‘Cause I’m feeling stoned and alone like a heretic
And I’m ready to meet my maker
I’m feeling stoned and alone like a heretic
I’m ready to meet my maker

I’m feeling stoned and alone like a heretic
I’m ready to meet my maker
‘Cause I’m feeling 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
‘Cause I rise to every occasion
I’m the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
I’m the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles