Red, is the Surface of Mars,
just like my gown
Foreign is my anatomy,
no human heart sits in my chest
Stolen is what was beating,
so I chose to live with a plastic heart
The beating lump of flesh was sold for a cheap currency
Strange earthlings don’t believe in true worth
Egos are bigger than long shadows when the sun is low
Blood dripped to the floor and coloured my skin
On Mars, love is air, love is fire, water, and life
People on earth run after things but lost their true meaning
Love comes cheaply here as a fake and words as horrendous noise
I cried aloud in the dark and was not heard
Planets share the same language but an entirely different meaning
Eath talk is stripped and robbed of promises
On Mars meaning is pearls, here words are just empty shells
My eyes turned to ice and my soul got lost in the freezing snow
Fellow aliens. before you board your spaceships full of hope, be warned
this planet, as green and peaceful it looks, as cruel it is
Leave your heart at home and keep it safe
plastic will keep you alive it’s the only currency known
My outfit:
Dress: Amorphose, Headdress: Fumbalinas, Bangle: Versace Vintage
Pictures: Philipp Mueller
