Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
Angels and demons when I open my eyes
Gotta kill me and I'm burning up inside
Wildlife fever in my 75 alright
Nobody's gonna ring my bell
I'm gonna ride through the gates of hell
Nowhere to hide, no, nowhere to run
Angels and demons coming out of the sun
Fly like a bullet from the devil's gun
Wildlife burning, oh my God, what have I done?
It's too late to save myself
I'm gonna ride through the gates of hell
Yeah
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
