Planetary Pathologies

"Welcome to another episode of 'Planetary Pathologies.' On your left, we have Mars: a dusty, overcompensated rock with a hero complex and zero atmosphere. And on your right, Venus: a toxic, high-pressure furnace that literally melts anything with a pulse. They’re light-years apart, completely incompatible, and frankly, a bit much. But please, let’s pretend this is a deep metaphor for your dating life. Cue the dramatic organ... or whatever." My desert is dry... aching for your flood A red-dust warrior, baptized in iron and blood I’ve got canyons so deep, only you can slide in While the stars watch us crawl underneath our skin My Olympus is rising, stiff through the night I want it to melt... in your toxic light. Come closer, little soldier, my atmosphere’s tight Four hundred degrees in the dead of the night My clouds are so thick, you can't see the floor I’ll swallow your rocket... then I’ll ask for more Feel the crush of my gravity, bending your steel While my sulfuric rain shows you how to feel. Gravity pulls us... to the edge of the bed A celestial fever, painted in red He’s Mars Harder than stone She’s Venus Nowhere to run Colliding in silence, the damage is done. Planting my flag in your hidden ravine... Burn through my fog, if you know what I mean... Probing your layers, I’ve found your source... Take me by gravity... take me by force... Let’s be real, Mars is just iron and ego. And Venus a greenhouse gas trap with nowhere to go. These 2 together as lovers is such a joke... One’s a giant dust storm, the other’s toxic smoke. Manual override... Maximum... pressure... Oh... "Mission Accomplished"