I couldn't tell
If the bells were 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