mission control this is mars two niner five ready for departure uh earth the planet earth roger countdown is go in t minus five four three two one through space i shall roam from the base to my home in my rocket i soar in a daze blastin the asteroid field i m trying not to get killed i m dodging mars bars and old milky ways this planet s stinky i should call up enki and say what were you thinkin look at the mess you made disposable humans that you made from a monkey this planet has gone to the apes planet x marks the spot planet x marks the spot so i m ditchin and hitchin a ride i got my sitchin guide he s my nibiru guru to endure three thousand six hundred years is far too long i m gone i m knock knock knocking on heaven s door planet x marks the spot planet x marks the spot planet x marks the spot planet x marks the spot walk through the gate welcome the creature you made embrace your disgrace you took your pinches of clay you made us raised us in days and then you threw us away and now you re scouting with greys and simply counting the days down till you cruise back by and blow us away and we dance blissful unawareness as we dance planet x marks the spot planet x marks the spot planet x marks the spot planet x marks the spot planet x planet x planet x x x planet x
['dark cabaret', 'steampunk']