Barn red, vision gray Done the mother dance twice now, hiss in pain Wish that time’s long march he could kiss away Forcing open dark eyes ever since he’s ripped awake Brother sister turning lucky three, this the day [Honey, could the doctor please get here at a quicker pace?] They don’t know he’s finding papers to certificate The moment in the town hall, couple gotta sit and wait And her coat is getting awful waxy Tries to call it back and feeling off and nasty Foals disobey, sweat hard she’ll refuse to shout Bright turns to first two and he shoos them out Mom-in-law is tryna keep em more behaved Different now, more than horrid pain and being sore for days While the doctor’s passing through those orchard gates Pear can finally face a filly’s future with a forward gaze Her boy’s pushing through the door, calling out Bright responds, she responds, mom responds, all in shouts Then a final push, and she can even see her daughter crown She’s beautiful. Bright tends to the crops on a new day They’re building Ponyville a hospital, too late All the kids are too young for him to lose face He pictures them when they’ve been grown enough for blue fates Still making up a tally of their time together Still making himself focus on the finer weather They put her in the earth beneath a hidden stump Her father didn’t come. But stable now with just as many as mouths to feed, Get up at the crack of dawn so’s not to drown in dreams Plow for weeks, working out the soil now to house the seeds Maybe they’ll forgive him when they sprout in spring, Tries to put the herd first, likes to get the dirt worked On a night he worked late Ma had heard the first words Once a bright colt who had naught to miss, awfulness Life’s a blind road and now we’re off of it, coughing fit

The old cat killer’s in her eyes She’s filling in the lines with the filling in the pie She’s a filly with a prize and a bell and a smudge, And a light on the horizon, impelled by her buzz to her Secret admirer lost reaching to find words Speaks in a pie the raw feelings she pines for Steeling her mind forth the filly stays tactical Mare in the crucible, any case crackable, Any lead visible to one smart heroine Suspects decreasing, crossed stars narrowing Don’t be a worrywort, hurry forth forthwith Yearning for a horse gift earns a little short shrift Her wear is worse with the clock run down Sun tears across the earth, she is not done now If she beckons loud, he’ll be stepping out, head in clouds Any second how, any second now, heading south. Reach for her fate in a race through the sidestreets, Each Q&A getting placed in a timesheet, Ex out faces, steady the concern Very terrified that she wasn’t ready for her turn Sitting on her own while the town stays moving, Should’ve known finding something out takes doing Wake up, smell the problem and she eats it with her friends Process of elimination brings us to the end Starting to feel like this is all some test for her She feels Mr. Right duck around the next corner She clambers for a chance, checking answers in advance Paying extra close attention to the timbre of a glance But no signs of denial, not a note of the coy Now she’s quoting the boys to find devotion encoded in voices Starts to feel that all her notions avoided the choiceless The town’s become an ocean devoid of her poisons Love, namely, list getting triple checked Hoof through the charts like they’re not through the middle yet More’s the pity, admirer out getting guilt For only sitting pretty at the sounds of her pretty lilt Tear through the search but it fares for the worse Scared girl wants to bury this affair in the dirt Sun sets, she was pie-in-the-sky for a minute But the light in her eyes gets diminished then finishes Reach for her fate in a race through the sidestreets, Each Q&A getting placed in a timesheet, Ex out faces, steady the concern Very terrified that she wasn’t ready for her turn Sitting on her own while the town stays moving, Should’ve known finding something out takes doing Wake up, smell the problem and she eats it with her friends Process of elimination brings us to the end

She said twenty minutes, she meant twenty minutes In the night-shade unlikely to get any business Peace-lily is at war with with herself Getting morbid as well, getting cornered for help By a small wallflower with a bleeding heart To check what all Fall sprouted in the seedy dark From her stalling all’s fountaining that’s bleak and stark And all her bawling calls countless in the demon park - life Garden calm, shadiness surround the shop Eldest gone now ladies pacing round the countertops Phasing into louder thoughts, facing it aloud and drop Safety is a sour promise mainly found in flowerpots Three beds empty as they watch those acres Lone saviors from matte black rot and rose chafers Keep eyes to the ground, nothing dire’s allowed Inside a hyacinth house Plucked from the road to her home and hovel Pressed in the pages of a romance novel Dancing in the starlight, mind getting soppy And the wildfire eyes eat her up like a poppy Raw in her closeness, claws onto rose hips Knowledge of home swift can call her to hold this Honestly hopeless, torn on the precipice Scorn at a pessimist - vaults on her own wish And she stutters I’ve got to go soon And he mutters Let me escort you Had their fill of caterwauling, but the scene goes on Measure glances at the night, should it be this long? If friendship ends the test, they’d be whistling impressed But for now all their tension needs dismissal in flesh And they don’t know whether to expect a knock or a ransom Something stalking for plants that wound up lost or abandoned A doctor or bandit, nighttime monstrous havoc Mind the author of phantoms, time is proper to panic Run a losing race, running as they do in place Sharing reassurances does nothing for a blooming ache Who can say? Night begins to fade, they question Bits might be in the safe, they’re afraid to check it Night-mares of resentment bite mares’ independence Eyes flared in a sentence, mite scared that she meant it Night air isn’t pleasant, quiet err for defenses Wise mare would’ve slept, a wise mare isn’t present

Night train - the stars might reign Over the earth but streetlamps make the light wane Coco’s fetlock starts to ache from polite waves Seeing her off, hope eventually she might stay Vanishing point, Rarity gone, and Coco now could Stand to avoid staring at walls, she turns away. Gladly employed, where it’s involved in her heart’s Another matter, the advantage of choice can perish and fall. Comparisons all, She heads home, roaming the streets At night nothing stays open but nopony sleeps Penthouses, tight curtains hide lost faces These washouts never fly, only haunt basements She used to be one, guppy to a shark Swimming out her first laps in the bustle of the stars Used to want an outlet, out humming in the park Now she’s got one she’s been long-suffering for sparks Somewhere in the dark, there’s a worldwise fillyBabs World-wise Mom’s keeping up with filthy habs Focus on the friends that she really has Not the bullies, thinking just ignore it man and you’ll feel it pass Heal it back, did it work yet? Not one for a casual solution, she prefers sweat But stonewise there isn’t one around to get the birds met Living low to damp the possibility of worse threats Down numbered and impersonal streets There’s another branch of folk in the proverbial tree Apartment too big, a table with an empty seat Once upon a time the couple could accept a niece Gently weep, years on still the two ain’t acting right Known to others some true Manehattanites Paper on the table but the news ain’t black and white Auntie Orange thinking that it’s suitcase packing time Nowhere to go, both laughed at their origins And tried to sprout anew, turning apples to oranges Raffle their souls when the two dabbled in foraging Only to find they’re still in the rabble with storge spent So out here ponies lead lives of quiet desperation On long streets smelling of refineries and paint chips They hold their dreams tight for provisory complacence But the city wouldn’t trade, they’re entirely fallacious And outside the city’s split to sections of trotters Some bridgeside, thinking hard of testing the waters Looking up at skylines, crowding the service tunnels Out of the cold dark, now we can turn to trouble Sven still combing through the streets, light flickering Searching for a lead or the sound of her quiet whickering Forgot his old life when he dropped his wife’s bickering Out of bits, look for love as long as life’s lingering She’s a high horse, mane is an eyesore Dark in the park, getting baked, looking skyward Hi birds, in the long haul for pain She’s been getting so high the stars fall from grace The moon’s up, glaring like a bat-eyed horse Cast the pale white light onto Sapphire Shores Anypony for herself, this is not a town for brother love Street outside the dressing room has started smelling sulphurous High up’s not a haze you can fly through, and still Miss Songbird sees a cage in her eye-view Soft Serenade helps to gloss over life-truths Oft known to hide shrewd eyes and recite blues - kind muse Far away in the starry haze of the synth notes Is Coloratura, still far away from the windows Dropped by a label, no longer crowned for her flaws A lady learns not every change gets a round of applause Clouding her eyes cus she might’ve made it, all’s the pity Now how to survive a day when the dawn is gritty From humanities to workers to ponies on committees It’s thousands of lives separated by a common city

Feel a little silly on a bus ride Trust I’m listening to Lulz rhyme Filly of a Filly It’s the head of my playlist - Did I already say this? Cus it’s crazy how it is that the one pill out of a million That’s toughest to swallow can be the healthiest too kid with the nothing to follow could get a hell of a group Now something is hollow, we can smell out the truth But we’re not coming to wallow about our relative doom And all these damned people wanna force it: What is this place? It’s evil to watch horses, let’s all cry Not a drop of curiosity in salt tides We raised this barn, you’re gonna miss the broadside Still, pony fans gotta keep their heads down Sometimes, pony fans gotta keep a death count So many wonders and nobody wonders Or so many wonder and no one understands What it is we’re talking about, A Fallout fanfic longer than War and Peace amounts To 50,000 readers, that shit gets to me Cus you don’t have a soul if you don’t think that shit is interesting. And I think not a few of all the Greats in the 30s will have been made in the dirt Of all the famously nerdy flamed and unworthy Gay threads on the pages with furries Where they can break bread saying to quit hating on Derpy Say I’m wrong, I long to see your jaw drop Just to jock your craw with songs that you cannot stop Playing, mock the rocks involved with your criticism Walk the flaws off, you wrong way recidivist dick Keep laughing, we’re trapped in your containment board Afraid of course we might break the wards today, make a war Escape in scores, fail to stay divorced from your hate and scorn Pay you dorks a visit with a quiz about your favorite horse We got artists in a whole new anatomy, Part of it’s a lotta old dudes wanna laugh at me Part of it’s a lotta foal rubes acting faggoty Why the fanbase still here? Because it has to be. Still play our hands with the tatters of the cards We’re like the NLR, getting scattered to the stars Philosophical zombies on top of the ennui But my favorite fic’s still tatted on my arm So many wonders, nobody wonders Peeps so soulless, delete the whole onus So many wonders and nobody wonders Seemed so hopeless in weeks of no focus So many wonders, so, so many Stay up, no more love, you’ll have to make some So many wonders - I just... Wish we could stay young, wonder what this place was

Last year she’d be done by now The stars fade and the sun comes out Last year she would stare at the wall and become profound And regale them and slumber down The void would leave if she’d choose to trade For the joie de vivre she used beaujolais Now her buzz falls off in the hue of day Sister already gone off to school, okay She’s got half what her work provides her And first things first, need a corpse reviver The hurt seems worse, need to nurse the cider She’ll lurch, eat dirt, and emerge survivor Curse her eyes and this ill-thought remedy Hides from the light and she’ll spill obscenities The sunrise is her gold stark enemy Far too bright, need four parts grenadine Night out not a triumph for finance But when the one man kissed her his eyes danced Yet an issue arose from a side-glance Later on left with a rose for the night land It’s a game and the first rule cites That life can only burn you the first few times Sighed and returned to her thirst ruled mind In the night been surfacing mirth through spite Mistakes are drunken, she plays them off If you want to join her company, take a shot No straight lines, need to course-correct Puttin dandelion wine down a horse’s neck SOMETHING in her head EACH DAY a new reason Crumbling and red, she breaks a few pieces Stumbling to bed, re-shake the juice eaten Mumbling to dead, we slake and loose demons Mom was a mess with a mass of blues Gotta form a request, get her past removed She’s bored, throat wet with the laughs and tunes And one too many deaths in the afternoon Berry got no jest in her attitude Put a sword through her chest when she pass the tomb She mourns, throat wet and she mask the gloom In one too many deaths in the afternoon (x2) Now she wakes up to a sobering noise And her sister looks down with the scorn in her voice It’s dark, made food that she sorta enjoys If for once sis doesn’t want to lord it, rejoice And after food, Berry’s handling the chores Pina went to bed and she’s standing at the door Hesitating, no, not abandoning her ward Just had a good rest and she’s shambling for more A dark red body with a note of the bitter And a heart set not upon the woes of a liver A sharp hint of acid long grown from within her Went astringent in the midst of all the woes in her center Pina’s doing better, never offered a drink A sister in the night is far too awful to think Berry married to her blood, got her thoughts indistinct She was airy in the sun, now she walks for the brink

[Intro] This is Miss Gourmand on a hard day Followed by a volley of remarks at a soiree This a gaunt mare dark as a mare Turn a fruity restaurateur to a parfait [Verse 1] Bringing ponies up into the real world Tripe think bribery’s enough, get a deal spurned Somehow still on her walkabout civic Find any mare of principles is not without critics And on the daily a quite high-end trendsetter Surprises and pries at the minds of the unlettered Maybe making news, ha, creating vacancies too Til dressmaker out souring her place and repute Take days to refute, Zesty Gourmand paves way to the truth A gossipmonger and a head chef stay in cahoots Amid a carnival involving one waiter and soup They made a brazen refusal to change, staying astute Pain is acute, on to the next ask, But now Zesty gets no love from a Press Pass Now the hoi polloi’s questions can trespass Into her domain to profane what she’s best at [Hook] Cross lines and become unparalleled Pick a perfect demeanor, wear it well And if contestants impress them with refills Tyranny’s the ultimate expression of free will Bends in the zeitgeist need to get straightened out, Volunteer’s out saving the town for the right types Except now a critic is cursed to mind business And spit on for thanks, she’s certain we’re quite finished [Verse 2] Cuisine Queen was retesting them, greyfaced Earth ponies used to get impressed when she name spades Now she’s passed up by eight papers, mayday Safe saying ways to lay waste have been waylaid Other tastemakers tarnishing her work Social ladder climb up to an astonishing reverse If variety is garden in the dirt Won’t sacrifice, flying at propriety for pardons is perverse Talent’s correlated to the difficulty of the action being discussed, past how it seems to rebut Any of the things that she’s been saying, classic seasoning stuff can only meet her disgust, pony teeters in rough - spots Cop rumors on failed work and love lost A gastronomical suite comes with one cost She made and ended careers with a word Smiles, looks back on the days when the meals were reserved [Hook] [Verse 3] Every mare is an island, she’ll sit afloat If you hate food so much then consider oats Take a three course meal afterward emit a quote Ending bouquet is way too strong for a bitter note Most ponies know the words, not the meanings. And what’s bad in a fall’s all the worse in redeeming And a doctrinaire mare speaks deeper language Only got a rare stare if they see her naked Niche views, thinks she should dive face-first Everypony screams the opposite, so why hate her? By now old work becomes a hobby on request The mare’s only nurturing a body with the best As the rest could’ve said she comes up du jour Culinary hangers-on can become inured And now the publication’s gone, need to cut subversives Off and curtain, calling her flawless must be worth it

Through winding roads on darkened forest paths So cold the stone of that forbidding keep The gorgeous bygone days suffused in wrath For sands of time, a seashell bidden sleep Its Galas once delighted all the lands Its rulings once would ring from peak to vale To stand here in its mouldering expanse It may not seem the stone was ever hale But so with all things ponies wish to lose The slipstream of the years is kind at heart And grips the best on that which people choose To keep forever silent in the dark But far above those hang as silence drapes Until the stars should aid in their escapes Another run, another circuit Another one, another sun, another purpose Historians stand by with their hunches working Much uncertain Imbalanced days Raised towers, praised power The dance of the sky creates hours Still none awakened, no hysterics yet Her servants perch low over barracks - dread At the midpoint of summer The gift from her mother Her sister’s another Unsure of her readiness, is she discovered? The flutter of moonlight prevails The shuddering of too-tight inhaling, true night curtailing Her deluded dreams The true denuded beast Doing gruesome deeds and soon to lose who she used to be at the roof of things The muted screams suit her needs There go the last minutes of twilight Pinned in her mind’s eye, spits at divine right Principally hindsight had caught the reversal The light finds her arguments are lost in rehearsal One moon time will come for the regret and mourning But now, here, the sun must regret the morning Allow the transformation the spell’s performing And her mane’s in a rage and she melts, reforming And then, in the light, Luna’s doomed to heresy She calls down the sun, raise the moon to perigee Subjects indoors now, staring out carefully Don’t outshine if you care about parity That’s what the spirits can whisper Hearing her sister - nearing the slippery slope Don’t push me cus I’m close to the... I’m not gonna call back the moon I’ve been fighting to get some attention when you been Reducing my court and my immanence Use me for sport when your form need the impetus Now you been caught by the night I don’t dawdle in silence I blot out the light I don’t bother with niceness I maunder in spite Slaughter my likeness to squander my rights - then honor the fight New teeth sharp and the speech devolves While old guards cry at the breach involved Laugh, after everything they’d each resolved They still have to fight each other for the keys to halls A fall from grace could break the court See altered state, she makes retorts, try Now to halt her pace, all’s to waste, ruin the light Still think it’s war of the usual type Luna ignores her refusal to fight Losing her mind, now time’s provided the choice A thousand years of silence or noise cry in the void Onlookers wince at what she tried to avoid Stumbling first but the light needs a weapon And her humbling words are devised in the presence Of the slumber of earth and the grinding of heaven Stomach the hurt for a try at redemption Luna makes a new murder attempt She’s finding no hurt here that a word can prevent With a wound in her side and the heavens in eyes Stays true to her sky and the Elements rise Ages laid in payment for a silly fight, now a Hateful face emblazoned on the lily-white Claim a raiment of the villain night, placing a Complainant in the greyness but she still alive Sister left to her writhing in moondust, she Tries to call her back, but the Elements used up Now division and the changing of guards Lonely gods both calling on the aid of the stars Gather wits from the passions of sisters Patterns remiss with the laughter of Discord Cycle amiss and she’d rather have missed her Light and dismissal’s a matter of discourse Much discarded now, no new chosen In those first nights the moon glared and so few noticed And meanwhile her counterpart whispered to stars With her very few loyalists injured and scarred People saw the absence, yelled and startled But in good time’s passage they fell and marveled She brought all the warmth that she felt to marshal And from years in the sun it would melt and darkle In the hallways adrift from her grace Twin levels of innocence shift in debates The story’s transforming as time retells it And redacting revisionists right rebellions Matter to a myth, fairy-story to footnote With the dark as cloak for historians who would know Harsher retorts to the hope that she’s good flow Not far as they’re spoke from the seat of her good throne Left the castle, it falls into ruins Refuses to alleviate a scholar’s confusion And maintain her legions at all times in prudence A thousand years of teaching a long line of students Still overhead glaring grave and astern Is the face in the world as it waits to return She can rage over Earth as the ages revert her To pages inserted assuaging a murder

A hoofful of magic tricks vindicate a younger kid Imitating others when she’s intimating wonderment Kid is maybe rudderless, later needing answering A brochure in her hoof, never graves or a family Left trailing blues, stars dotted on his coat It’s the first rule of showbiz, you got or you don’t Watching from a crowd, sad too few knew the art Daughter of tradition in a blue moon cutie mark Pain past, shouldn’t be that carried away Still her mind focuses on Prelapsarian days Stare across the bar, needs to relax, mare is afraid But there’s something in her mind thatstill needs that squaring away Clearing smoke, move in the direction of tables Then staring back at a face she recollected in playbills Dinner-chat cancelled, a stallion that she’d find hiding Trotting in his hoofsteps right to him and his eyes widen Stage: old bar with some woodrot on the premise Players: well, one, matched his unknown apprentice The audience of several corner drinkers in attendance The curtain: a young filly’s stern vision that she sets him. He recognized her and this time he’s all out of smokebombs A leg-shackle back to break backs so they won’t balm Same voice older and she asks why he’d pass her off Won’t get that showponies make trades, he’s a jack of all Now the words run out her mouth in a torrent And a washed-up magician has gotta frown and absorb it Hearing one word of five in this lousy performance Until finally she stops and goes soundless, he’s torpid And they stare slow, she asks why he had to leave Why’d he never come back, other kinds of saddlery Tears are in her eyes, is it crazy that he wants to laugh? Gentlecolts can watch the lovely filly getting sawn in half [Hook] You shouldn’t ask a pony bout his vanishing act And I don’t want peace, put those doves back in your hat If I had kept with you I wouldn’t have traveled at all Looking to act as a father couldn’t have tackled the call Heading for the ritz, don’t dismiss me cus you’re irate You’ll understand yourself when you’re sitting here in my place So dampen down your passions, when the path forks You’ll either be out flying in the wings or retract courses She stares at him, face twisting then in hate’s pollution And her aura fills the room with her magic in fate’s denouement She gets eyes averted or else staring and slackjawed In a moment of impact, a filly can hit the jackpot Like fine, this isn’t a reunion, it’s the end of something I don’t need someone like you, I’ve got a friend to love me And then she’s out and towards her wagon on the outskirts His bragging comes to flounder, she’s ragged from encounters, proud first

Great show better with the fame go-getters And they make great effort just to say so first So it’s hey no pressure, hella Glaze, Not Clever And the days got better, then the days got worse Take no treasure, so the payload severed And it lays low centered in the grace of the earth Ain’t no measure of the place those headed And they take no letters on the case to converse It’s a face in the dirt, fruits of her labour Rooting to save her is useless on paper Wonder if she made the grade, if she missed it Or if she simply turned into another statistic Glazed eyes jaded, people walking out Hopping jumping dropping out, none of this at all profound What’s a hope worth when you break it for good What’s a toaster that’s made out of wood? No one’s asking how he’s getting on And gets remembered most now as one of many gone Any long nights in a row, close to losing it You couldn’t make a difference by making the pony music, kid And believe me, I’ve been there, make stuff Then hear voices singing hosannas for me to wake up Or better put, exit the fandom in a straight run, and get Forever haunted by the mantles that I strayed from Hey, son, feel the knife right here in your chest You fall in love with it, wait nine years and you’re dead So better stick it in another in the stoplight glare You try your best but it’s not quite there Take past material, and stash it away Make sure they never hear music like back in the day Stagger awake, factors remain, cus on the Internet these faggots keep on blasting your name Not the first to think talking like Zecora is hot Or to figure out that flaunting the decorum is not Haunt the boards he forgot, past playful Got a map table, need a course to the spot Of course, it’s a job, gotta bend to the flow Told friends they’d be seeing him again, but they won’t Like fans to the show if they followed the bandwagon Man on his own wants solace he can’t have it Please don’t remind me, please don’t remember me Please don’t define me, please don’t pretend to grieve He broke the rhyming, peeps hopes are evergreen He goes resigning for deep road, he’s never seen Another man used to bring the parties in the house Bump bounce back before Balloon Party was announced But no one seemed to notice the anterograde signs So the vids are up but no one can interrogate why EDM anthems for lost boys Trap fans now like to diss for a wrong choice Maybe rewatch, half the memory’s cross-noise Never back to canonizing hits in an odd voice But if he ever had regrets he’d probably missed the window There’s a small crowd now and optionally Sethisto In small part he’s responsible for this Limbo But not at all darkened acknowledging all this info Left for the world, and he’d come with trophies No more Good Ol Days, not a One Trick Pony Cutting-edge means every love grows ill Really gotta ask the man if anybody’s home still Fortunes in gold don’t bring endorphins or soul It’s a relationship with fans that we’re sworn to uphold And it sounds way autistic for a horse to behold Especially when I turn a hypocrite and forfeit the goal

Cozy Glow - filly gonna hit you with a plan to kill the magic and a showy boast Knowing most - of the fucking problems she been in are from a tree and its holy boughs Go below - why you gotta put a smart kid with the monsters? - throw me bones Slowly grows - you know shit ain’t over til the fat mare sings - Ponytones Master at chess, bad bastards are bested Laugh at a test, badasses arrested Back from the dead, tap tap and you’re less than a Practice attempt, black magic a vestige, attested Axing her friends in the back If they question, acts ineffective But actually exits the trap she was set she’s The craftiest kid in the class for your reference Princess works under pressure Filly still got no name confirmed in the records Starlight claims that they’re worse as aggressors A bad seed sealed into dirt so it festers Facts of the case deserve sure refreshers Chance of a save is worth spurred adventures But action’s replaced with words birthed in leisure Castle’s retaining first-term professors Meanwhile Cozy been attracting apologists And we can bet she’d be laughing at all of this Fanbase waxing as consequence Taking territory with a map you can call it quits No college shit, kiss away the tenure Got into the matter and she’s digging for the center No queen, fuck bug bitches and pretenders It’s just power gets the kid wiggin - Ender Cozy Glow - filly gonna hit you with a plan to kill the magic and a showy boast Knowing most - of the fucking problems she been in are from a tree and its holy boughs Go below - why you gotta put a smart kid with the monsters? - throw me bones Slowly grow - you know shit ain’t over til the fat mare sings - Ponytones Luna can’t quite touch, sleeping through daybreak Board stares back, all the pieces move same pace And yes, this a mare that keeps a cool game face That doesn’t change, hell, being a recluse saves space You can see Glow’s fire, heed a new namesake Any empress of the world need a few grey days There’s a challenge here enough keep the two-faced sane But they’re too stupid to predict - TF2AA Empire remains inside her brain astride her gaze no type of way divides or breaks decided ways to try escape, fly in face of life and fate, titan gates invite disgrace Plain talk: she’ll be out pretty fast Gonna lounge on the grass and avow to surpass An old soft princess, with a crown in her grasp All the rounds and attack will amount to a gas First plan worked, should’ve prepared it better Going through her things reveals her a mare of letters Lot of balls in the air all for taking the earth To her it’s just finding right combinations of words but there’s A million still to read for Twi to fill in filler information Filly filigree don’t filter out affiliations Come back, Philomena with a final riposte Now rock bottom can rival the top Hanging - out in - hell and - chilling Cozy’s - not a - normal - filly - Bring the world down to her level Bring the world down to the ground and bedevil Once up, maybe try to dry their tears They say true fools plan and the wise mare steers Then high-life, filly to a bon vivant Even now a loose pawn’s gonna en-passant Don’t fight, flattering the villainy is less toxic Swaggering in victory and friend doctrines Scampering through history’s the best option Mastering the mysteries of chessboxing Princesses find an old town, broken souls Show em photographs, ask em all do you know this pony’s home? Then they blanche - oh, no - no we don’t That one's the one girl who used to be - used to be Cozy Glow - filly gonna hit you with a plan to kill the magic and a showy boast Knowing most - of the fucking problems she been in are from a tree and its holy boughs Go below - why you gotta put a smart kid with the monsters? - throw me bones Slowly grow - you know shit ain’t over til the fat mare sings - Ponytones Step one, losing her power to fly As a cost to replenish his power supply Two, watching the hours go by Absorbing inmates as they cower and hide Three, authorities bound to arrive Deal with the thorns that they found in their side Four, the portal the proud could provide Keep open, go through and then down it behind

Cheerilee, back at home, a box of old textbooks Ambition sent the filly out in the world to quest, good Lothario departed, head shook, call it quits because She’d fall out with em, back to small-town rhythms And for sure they welcome back their resident autodidact They talk plans the mare will be pleasant but not reply back Got a secret project that she might just have the skill to fuel See that empty playground lot?, she says, Why not build a school? Townsfolk walking out for opportunity where they can finally find another good break or a chance Taking all the colts and fillies who out chumming in the street so they can maybe come a little bit awake and advance Taking a chance - used to be crazy and dance til she found her soul Working at her hardest to corral the foals - why the fuck is there no school inside a town this old Tools proud to hold, she works, now behold, if you can teach a mare to fish then she can fill up an aquarium Stars are in the sky, she’s staying in the area and wondering if maybe she can make a planetarium Now ponies help but it’s not complete, mare barely funded - she walks the streets Life drawn to teach, find profit weak, Mr. Rich helping out because his daughter needs it She’s reading up about the EEA guidelines A letter to the Princess could be repaid five times Because the advent is turning to her advantage She feels the gravity go out and she reads her grant’s granted Studying the many gaps in history and lost lore Worries with a broadsword, carving out a chalkboard None tower in the field of learning with the fun scoured Young flowers only need a couple years of sunshowers And oh it feels good now, only fields stood out once She see Ponyville Schoolhouse comes through now, she jumps To see enrollments, her humble beginnings are now Subtle misgivings abound but they’ll be quitting their doubts quite soon Up when their fillies are crowned becoming willfully proud And something silly’s allowed to come to drill the profound It’s the pupils in her eyes that the future’ll exult Afternoon grading but by night she’s tutoring adults Give, get, sometime red marks and the loud groans Other days it’s smiling gold stars and the proud pones Cheerful Cheer cheerin em and humble in her nature Roughing with the Diamond and she rumbles with Crusaders And if she’s met with raised hooves and furrowed brow or A less quick messed quiz, then make good and burrow down Prone to receive merits from troves of relieved parents Her ponies perceive facts in rows and they weave serifs It’s a little slice of Canterlot Academy School types have to try to battle off the apathy Of students, computing in an analog capacity Pictures on a wall become a catalogue of masterpieces With baking soda volcanos They maybe overthought making those a lot - they know But hey though, the base was blowing off, cop halos When appraised on the spot, now they got to mop on raw say-so More a home than a storehouse of knowledge And also newsroom, newschoolers sort out the columns And she’s at home, eating nice on a stipend some A party girl could be surprised how a life ends up She’s the lilac original, sciences and arts Are at her mercy, tallying, still divining by the charts To be guiding them in triumphs and depart Til she’s all alone, hilltop, silence and the stars, Miss Cheerilee

[Hook] Minor stars, shine if he could try as hard Fine with being by Twi, smilin, be in high-regards Yet kid’s heckling his head, he can hide his heart There’s a sky-wide kind of beauty when the light departs Heart won in a raffle prize, her time is saddled so his luck can only half apply Speaking half-replies, eager need to pass the time Meager plea to ask her highness to a, to a dance tonight She probably trained in ballroom, find his stance awry Four left hooves he’s lost in bliss if Twilight wants to visit Damn it, made a promise to himself back when he bought the ticket! Honorary family-member squandering the grand adventure Cautious need to stand attend he’s on his knees, the man offends her [Bridge] Praying for the trip of a lifetime It could give him divine signs and then pitch him the right times And still he could fly wide, he’s feeling her eyes, shy Tries to think of something to say when they’re both alone [Hook] Minor stars, shine if he could try as hard Fine with being by Twi, smilin, be in high-regards Yet kid’s heckling his head, he can hide his heart There’s a sky-wide kind of beauty when the light departs Cabin-confined pep-talk, she hasn’t declined wedlock After deny it if his hoof happens to find fetlock. Rapid-maligned, now her eyes on everypony else Bachelor, resigned, the glances of others his only help Going well, maybe she’d talk nicely if he could only ask her She just don’t see him as himself, he need a pony’s password He’s growing rasher, long ago a liplocked lad should court her Got so close, then she rebuffed him with a bad hoof forward

Threads are unconcatenated Many timelines fly by, agitated Find signs at the latest They’re getting rolled’en bent Changes making merry with the soul of friends Know that you can never go home again Titans battle in the past And we float upon the ichor of their last wound Bifurcate the path For every mare who’s lying dead and dormant There’s another configuration who’s life was never shortened - important Nowadays there’s been too many breaks There’s a little room to steer but you won’t notice any brakes Some lurking with the ghosts of other worlds Soon most discover world swirl Choke and mutter words, hurl - ocean of an Earth plural And mares are archipelagos Music of the spheres tremolo No one got developed notes, and what we need’s a Timeline timetable timely with the right terms Time turned battlefield, Time Turner might turn Pockets of rebellion Huddle in the trees, tryna talk is overwhelming Facepaint, always gotta listen for the beetle wings Sleeping by the fire, hear the chuckle of an evil queen She only gotta make you trust once Turning into loved ones, calling names But her voice fake with not enough love False alarm, friends clutch blood Need to bust up, Wartime’s coming both sides are in a bug-hunt The stars never leave A tyranny of night in your heart and your dreams The dark forest state of mind works So the Everfree is stretching cross the earth With her heavens all perverse Dark forms prowling in the dim Is it shrieking or the howling of the wind? Then they’re growling and you’re grim. Crouching with the pounding of the vim Echolocators scouting for your skin Then the wings and all you see’s black We can outlast him Empathizing with him, you can get your crown smashed in Keep on toiling for the war effort, perform better They’ll be over with the score settled, award treasure Each taken from the bodies of deceased Ever carving up the meat, crystal sparkle in defeat Gem ponies follow Sombra and extinct Or remaining in the cold where they can grovel to a king (sigh) Roll the dice again. Unleashed, raving, ranting enough Checkerboard underneath, cotton candy above Princesses back below, thousand years finished When the king returns, only know who disappeared quickest A wasteland covered up in sand Where the winds howl, summoned on demand So to humble an enchanter Brutalist design type due to hit the timeline This is how the world ends, move it from the limelight

Roses, night walks on the frothy ocean Then all a sudden she was stumbling to apotheosis His face captured, stained glass, it’s still the best one She knows the world won’t fuss just cus of a little less love Knew it would happen, claimed as Princess of Agape Sister only just dropped her business she’s on the way But he grabs at his side, heard him groan enough Subjects everlasting and bright but always cold to touch Hey and maybe I’ll remain above, game to think I played enough Lady play with ladybugs, Cadybug, stay in love