I couldn't tell if the bells are getting louder
The songs they ring I finally recognize
I only know [bad word] is getting hotter
The Devil's getting smarter all the time

And it would be nice to walk upon the water
To talk again to angels on my side

Time is getting closer
I read it on a poster
fanatical exposers on corners prophesized

It would be nice to walk upon the water
To talk again to angels at my side
I [bad word] back to show you all my words are golden
So have no gods before me, I'm the light