Moon Cannon

(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 passed
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