FIM-MLP

All around me are the bowing ponies,Snobbish phonies, ceremonies...Celestia says that I'm a good ruler,Glad I've fooled her, glad I've fooled her...I take a walk around my empty palace,Can't find solace, can't find solace...My thoughts grow heavy and I look to the ground,Why was I crowned? Why was I crowned...?And I find it kind of somber, I find I disapprove,The friends that I have made are all now bowed down at my hoof,I don't know what to tell them, I don't know what to say,When friendships become distant it's a very, veryMad world........ Mad world.......Appendages protruding from my backbone,They feel tacked on, they feel tacked on......