Second Coming/Ballad of Dwight Fry

Lyrics

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