I watch the skies light up just like the end of days A red and setting sun. Which of us will be saved? Are there demons to the left of me and angels to the right? Winding country roads, a car caught up on fire Don't know which way to go, sat upon melting tyres Does Good carry a flaming sword and Bad aim to stop the fight?
Can't demons love and angels tempt? Is Hell below my feet and Heaven above my head? Well it's better not said
Caught up on city streets under the pouring rain They can't admit defeat because the world will never be the same The end is coming and they're running out of time The roar of motorbikes, slim, pale, red and black An unholy light filtering through smoking cracks They walk forwards hand in hand, wings stretched towards the sky