Human beings fascinate me, being just the way they are!

Tell me, little pony, can you push a cart or drive a car?

Lyre is my instrument, but humans strum their sweet guitar

It's a mystery, anthropology!

Fingers, toes and tiny noses, brownish hair and tannish skin

Would it be too much to ask to see the world they're living in?

Aren't you bored of brushing your coat, styling your mane with your hooves?

I don't mean to butt in or gloat, but ancient history proves

Humans don't have wings or magic. They don't need it; they don't care!

All they've got's imagination, new inventions everywhere!

Babies, children, teens and elders, all alike have clothes to wear

It's so real to me, anthropology!

I'm not a fan of puppeteers, but I've a nagging fear

Someone else is pulling at the strings

Something terrible is going down through the entire town

Wreaking anarchy and all it brings

I can't sit idly, no, I can't move at all

I curse the name, the one behind it all

Albert Einstein, Cleopatra, William Shakespeare, Elton John

Michael Phelps, Barack Obama, who's to say that they're all gone?

Maybe humans like us too and dress like us at Comic-Con?

It's so real to me, anthropology!

I can't sit idly, no, I can't move at all

I curse the name, the one behind it all

Discord, I'm howlin' at the moon

And sleeping in the middle of a summer afternoon

Discord, whatever did we do

To make you take our world away?

Discord, are we your prey alone

Or are we just a stepping stone for taking back the throne?

Discord, we won't take it anymore

So take your tyranny away

Discord

Discord