

Prompt / Lyrics
[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!)
Tags
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
2:58
No
3/27/2026