I couldn't tell. If the bells were getting louder. The songs they ring I finally recognize. I only know. Hell is getting hotter. Devil 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 prophesy. It would be nice. To walk upon the water. To talk again to angels. At my side. I just come back to show you. All my words are golden. So have no gods before me. I'm the light.