Mars.

Just few memories living on my heart,

just few people going through my hands,

from trash it comes art

just few people live in Mars

All the beauty, all the crime

it all depends in the eyes,

you're trying to find some rhyme

while i see people living in Mars.

Little kids trained to die

while you dream whit flying cars,

I bought a ticket and said goodbye,

because tomorrow I'm leaving to Mars.