Mothball: But if I have no heart, how can I…? Chrysalis: You don’t! And do you know who you have to thank for that? Discord! Mothball: What? Chrysalis: That is why we must have revenge. But you know something? He actually did us a favor. Being heartless has actually helped us. With no love, no remorse, no weakness to hold me back, we changelings can become all we can be and rise above the equine races.
(singing.) You wonder why you have no heart, Why your body’s an empty shell? We don’t need those useless parts. Those who have them don’t end up well.
Love brings you pain, Agony and gloom. The moment you fall in love You’ve sealed your doom.
Hearts are made for breaking. It’s best to have none at all. Love is for our taking From those who are foolish to fall. Endless, ceaseless aching Is all it will ever bring. Hearts are made for breaking, Not something we want in our king.
Mothball: So…are you saying we weren’t always like this? Chrysalis: We had hearts once. Discord stole them from us. Mothball: How? Why? Chrysalis: He didn’t deem us worthy of love, neither did the ponies. Mothball: So…if our hearts were stolen once, we can get them back, right? Chrysalis: If you knew what having a heart was like, you wouldn’t want it! Mothball: But maybe I can…
Chrysalis: (singing.) You wonder why we’re the way we are: A starving, crumbling, struggling nest. It’s creatures like them who’d go so far As to rip all the love from our chests!
Mothball: (spoken.) But why would they even…?
Chrysalis: (singing.) Love made us like this, So the ponies decreed, And so it is on their love That we shall feed.
Hearts are made for breaking. It’s best to have none at all. Love is for our taking From those who are foolish to fall. Endless, ceaseless aching Is all it will ever bring. Hearts are made for breaking, Not something we want in our king.
You have a crown, you have a throne And a place to call your own You’d give it all for a brat Who could never want you back? Do you want to endure the pain? Get it through your little brain You are a prince This is your home You are my son We’ve failed in the past But we’ve only just begun (spoken.) Sing it, children
Changelings: (repeatedly) Love is for the meek For the strong to make them weak
Chrysalis: (spoken.) This is your destiny, my son. It’s time you embraced it!
(singing.) Hearts are made for breaking It’s best to have none at all Love is for our taking From those who are foolish to fall Endless, ceaseless aching Is all it will ever bring Hearts are made for breaking Are you a foal Or are you a king?
Changelings: (chanting fiercely.) Love is for the meek Love is for the meek LOVE IS FOR THE MEEK!