Her majesty, Celestia had no time to be
belated or sedated, man, she's gotta be free!
so she thought she'd be safe from me

royal decree: give him prison/throw away the key

and in her regal wisdom thought the safest place on the planet

was frozen in granite/now I gotta hand it
to her: settin' the stage/for stickin' my landing
time to witness the fruition of my decades of planning


caught in the chaotic waves/ your ship is sinking
friendship isn't magic what the hell were you thinking?

harmony's the golden fleece to show me the highway?
you won't have a moment of peace till you see the world my way


ever stop to consider, my condition
might be: less of a blessing
and more: of an affliction?

well, then it's my mission
to make you ponies sit your cutie mark emblazoned $$#es down
shut up and listen

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...Nothing's gonna be the same
not a single dayglow sabled pony will be able

to undo my pain and rewind this fable
can't turn back time? then I'll turn the tables


inside out and upside down
till My crazy razes you to hazy blazes
a lifetime of nighttime will make you see

and now it's high time for me to share some history:

Flashback: Further back than Dash in a hatchback

of Delorian Design could achieve
Cut to that $$#-hat, Celestia, doing lines with diamond dogs
This was our queen? kinda hard to believe


and with her heart on her sleeve she kicked me to the curb
turned her back/on the one she loved without another word

so, I guess you could call me disturbed but I'm gonna saddle up a pup
Winona Riding while I herd you pony cattle up
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now I'm gonna go/ tippin the dominoes
and if you wanna know/ tune in to my show
predominantly prominent dragon-hybrid abominable

dulcet yet caustic like donnovan dubstep/ indominable

wannabronies gonna be loney so pony up you phoney-fillies

all your apple-bucking foals' goals' silly.
finally get my filling, vindicated and willing
abdicating just in time to catch the sun chilling


"hail to the dark king Discord"'s got a nice ring
bow before the ugly duckling black-sheep cutie marking

I'm barking / hark the harold changlings sing
everytime a Fluttercries
a demon gets it's angel-wings


fresh from a fractured mind's fictional foster home
to where ponified Faustian nightmares roam

Big D's back and I'm taking the throne
see how my dear Celestia enjoys an eon of stone?