Binance

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 (6x) 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