Mars Simula - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Psychotic lover, what's left of us

No one denied this, such foolish costs

Self pity's always sad

This city's fully flattened

Red city might exist

Just getting sick

I'm on my way to Mars

Now and 'til the end

Hypnotic travelers, drift until lost

No sign of Earth now, just endless stars

So set the night new

What silly house is this?

Not sad I left you

Just getting sick

I'm on my way to Mars

Step in, stupid, nothing, I can't

Get in, get in, let go, let go

Step in

I'm on my way to Mars

Mars, Mars

Mars, get going