Men Are From Mars

[Intro]
Front row
Mascara warpaint, leather and chrome
You say, “prove it”
I say, “throw me the throne” (hey!)
[Verse 1]
You like roses in a riot
Lip gloss, barbed wire
You talk peace in a whisper
I breathe smoke through the fire
You’re that slow-blade smile
In a fast-car crash
I’m that fuse on the floor
And your heel on the match
[Pre-Chorus]
You say, “boys just break things”
I say, “queens break kings”
You pour poison in my halo
I wear damage like rings
[Chorus]
(A capella, everything drops)
Men are from Mars
You’re a love-bomb, baby, going straight for my scars
Women from Venus
You got gravity, girl, every wound, you redeem it
Men are from Mars
Crash-landing every time that you open your heart
Women from Venus
You’re my holy little war, and you swear you’re the cleanest (yeah!)
[Verse 2]
You throw curves like planets
Round my bad intentions
Turn my temper into orbit
My addiction, new dimension
I’m that cracked red helmet
You’re the gold in the seam
You turn blood into banners
And my nightmare to a meme (woo)
[Pre-Chorus]
You say, “you’re so reckless”
I say, “you’re my wreckage”
You paint halos on my horns
Turn my sins into a necklace
[Chorus]
(A capella, everything drops)
Men are from Mars
You’re a love-bomb, baby, going straight for my scars
Women from Venus
You got gravity, girl, every wound, you redeem it
Men are from Mars
Crash-landing every time that you open your heart
Women from Venus
You’re my holy little war, and you swear you’re the cleanest (yeah!)
[Bridge]
You’re the silence in the sirens
I’m the riot in your calm
You put armor on my ego
Then you rip it with your palm (teardown)
If I’m war, you’re the treaty I keep breaking in the dark
If you’re light, I’m the blackout that keeps begging for a spark
[Chorus]
(A capella, first line, then slam back in)
Men are from Mars
You’re a love-bomb, baby, going straight for my scars
Women from Venus
You got gravity, girl, every wound, you redeem it
Men are from Mars
Crash-landing every time that you open your heart
Women from Venus
You’re my holy little war, and you swear you’re the cleanest (oh!)

rap, Hybrid nu-metal / crunk banger: drop-tuned guitars locked to crushing 808s, half-time stomp that flips into hardstyle kicks on hooks. Male vocals: screamed rap verses with swagger, gang shouts on key punchlines. Pre-chorus strips down to bare sub and clap, then total drop-out before the hook hits a capella, exploding back with layered chants and distorted ad-libs., crunk, nu metal, rock