Following a ghost that carries me on waves of gasoline, through walls of stone with matches clenched between my teeth

I haven't trusted in the Lord enough I guess
I thought I did that
Joined the church and all and took communion, and everything, but
It didn't seem to help me
I've been getting worse
Well, I don't say I've been getting worse, but
Since I've come in the hospital I have this awful vision that I was, wasn't going to get better
"Why do you say the devil is in you, where?"
Well, I don't know where or what part's in me, or what part's in me
"How do you know it is there?"
Well, I had a vision
In heaven and hell and where
The vision, telling me
After, have mercy upon my soul, if you can
Doctor, doctor
"I'll only tell you once, I can help you with different treatment"
You can?
"It's the same treatment as before"
Oh, not the same, no
It's too late
It's too late