(I don't really know about this...)
What's the point of being here
If all I'm gonna see are sad faces?
Ponies run around you know they're not aware
Sittin out in the orbit are many stranger places
You can't see the world from here
Travel farther into the atmosphere
Waking up in a wasteland
Alone, no memory of what has pa**ed
Look down my veins are blue,
Eyes red, my pulse is fast
All that magic, all those books
They teach me nothing that I can use here
My head's fried, my limbs grow weaker
You can't see the world from here
Travel farther into the atmosphere