we are all clowns
Don’t know if I can open up, I’ve been open enough. Don’t know if I can open up, I’m not a birthday present.
I’m aggressive aggressive, the past is over. Now passive seems so pathetic.
[Pre-Chorus:]
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
[Chorus:]
I’m feeling sown and alone like a heretic, and I’m ready to meet my maker.
I’m feeling sown and alone like a heretic, and 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.
Don’t know if I can open up, I’ve been open too much. Double cross crossed over in my Pathos.
[Pre-Chorus:]
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
[Chorus:]
I’m feeling sown and alone like a heretic, and I’m ready to meet my maker.
I’m feeling sown and alone like a heretic, and 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.
[Pre-Chorus:]
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
[Chorus:]
I’m feeling sown and alone like a heretic, and I’m ready to meet my maker.
I’m feeling sown and alone like a heretic, and 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.
”
I’m aggressive aggressive, the past is over. Now passive seems so pathetic.
[Pre-Chorus:]
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
[Chorus:]
I’m feeling sown and alone like a heretic, and I’m ready to meet my maker.
I’m feeling sown and alone like a heretic, and 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.
Don’t know if I can open up, I’ve been open too much. Double cross crossed over in my Pathos.
[Pre-Chorus:]
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
[Chorus:]
I’m feeling sown and alone like a heretic, and I’m ready to meet my maker.
I’m feeling sown and alone like a heretic, and 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.
[Pre-Chorus:]
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
[Chorus:]
I’m feeling sown and alone like a heretic, and I’m ready to meet my maker.
I’m feeling sown and alone like a heretic, and 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.
”