Heart Attack - Pallas

Dead friends lying back to back

In this manufactured heart attack

They have done their politicians' will

Ten thousand years on, they’ll be lying still

Help me find a way out

Hear all our restless spirits shout

Turning around I see a new age dawn

And I look on

Tracer bullets lightning up the sky

A soldiers' duty is to die

Night times descended on this mushroom cloud

Our days have ended in a chlorine shroud

Help me find a way out

Hear all our restless spirits shout

Turning around I see a new age dawn

And I look on

Climbing, our spirits they rise above the battlefield

They’re beating their lives now

In a different time

Am I in heaven or in hell?

Well, personally, I can’t tell

Oh, no, I can’t tell

Gliding, our spirits they soar

Across the battlefield

They’re joining together now as one mind

Am I in heaven or in hell?

Well, personally, I don’t care

Oh, no, I don’t care

Beam me up

Beam, oh, please, beam me up, beam me up

Rising our spirits they glide

Above the battlefield

They’re reaching up to a higher mind