Testo Mars

Words & Music by Ala Ghawas


“Only then was she free to grow, only then was he free to know.”


Hey, fool of mine. Can you see my face?
I set your bridge on fire because of your bloody last name

And I would trade your head for another bad love to fuel my flame

But I'm far from the final aim

Far from losing this game

Far from having you framed

Far from the ocean of madness that crowned our fame


“I buried you alive, you buried me alive.”

Your face has the flair for a perfect plot

A streak of affirmations from dire fuss

Your will is the same, to shine or to maim

There, you mute the world around me and say:

“You’re a wet dream in my bed and your blood keeps my roses red.”

So you govern the light for your chessman

Am I your chosen chessman, my love?


My soul is locked

My brain is fucked

And I don't know what to do

I don't know what to do, love