Mare vs. Machine


                                            We're gonna need more than a border patrol for this one.


                                            A thundering mechanical storm

                                            Approaches us in force

                                            Murder etched in their circuitry

                                            And they'll go unchallenged in their hate

                                            Until they meet my blades

                                            (Oh, whoa, whoa)

                                            I'll grab my laser lasso

                                            (Oh, whoa, whoa)

                                            Prepare for battle


                                            Grab your gun, 'cause here they come

                                            To turn the tide and break those robots down until it's done

                                            Bring your fight, target in sight

                                            It's do or die, but only ruins know who's left alive

                                            Laser beam, kill the machine

                                            As we battle the unnatural, before metal claims our being

                                            Hold the line for all of ponykind

                                            But it's always just a question of how long we'll survive


                                            That's a lotta robots…

                                            Hoo-wee! Now that's what I call a target rich environment!


                                            Whispers in the barren wasteland

                                            Echo of a life long past

                                            When a pony still could rest

                                            but there's no time to mourn the lost and drowned

                                            From our towers brought down

                                            (Oh, whoa, whoa)

                                            by our own device

                                            (Oh, whoa, whoa)

                                            Mistakes of ponykind


                                            Grab your gun, 'cause here they come

                                            To turn the tide and break those robots down until it's done

                                            Bring your fight, target in sight

                                            It's do or die, but only ruins know who's left alive

                                            Laser beam, kill the machine

                                            As we battle the unnatural, before metal claims our being

                                            Hold the line for all of ponykind

                                            But it's never just a question of "how awesome am I"


                                            (sax solo)


                                            So it's time to settle the score

                                            Operated by hoof no more

                                            Your false gods of harmony

                                            Bow down to the power of machines

                                            Leave no margin for compromise

                                            The future is where every pony dies

                                            Bathe the world in napalm shower

                                            Until victory or death is ours


                                            Alright, that's enough out of you.

                                            Yo, could you chill with that thing? You're making me look uncool in comparison. Now I gotta put shades on to compensate.

                                            What are you doing, Rainbow?

                                            I'm looking cool, that's what I'm doing.

                                            Take those sunglasses off, you're not going to be able to see anything out there.

                                            My vision is augmented.

                                            The hay it is! They gave ya night vision goggles for a reason.


                                            Uh, what is that?

                                            Oh, hey guys, what's up?

                                            Vinyl Scratch? I thought you were dead!

                                            I was! But then they plugged my brains into my console! I'd love to catch up, but the voices in my head are telling me I need to kill you first.

                                            Wait what?

                                            Oh, shoot!

                                            Dammit, it's time to get outta here!

                                            Wait, come back. What are you doing?