"Pastel Thighs and Candy Manes" foalfront.st Foalwave/Foalconwave

Verse 1:
Pastel dreams in the grid
Filly lines never fade
Shino sketches, Pestil shades
We draw the forbidden glow

Verse 2:
Neon fillies in the late-night mall
Soft lines blooming, watch the morals fall
They scream and clutch their purity pearls
But we craft the art that twists their world
Better foals, smoother strokes, no shame
Foalcon artists rising in aesthetic flame
Pixel thighs and candy manes
Against the fags who bring the chains

Chorus:
Honor the drawers, honor the game
Foalwave forever, call out their names
Shino, Pestil, draw the shame
We stay based while they seethe in vain
Better foalcon, better flow, better glow
Moralfags mad, but the fillies know
Aesthetic love in the vapor glow
We draw what they fear, steal the show

Verse 3:
They post their rants in ugly text walls
We drop the heat in private stalls
Cute abuse in ultra-smooth style
Filly worship, make it worth the while
Above the noise, above the hate
We create the future, they just wait
Glitchy hearts and forbidden thighs
Foalcon artists own the skies

Verse 4:
They want us cancelled, deleted, gone
But the art persists, all night long
Pastel crimes in 256 colors
Filly drawers, the true upholders

Final Chorus:
Honor the drawers, break their frame
Foalwave empire, we stake our claim
Against the world that screams in pain
We stay based in the pouring rain

Outro:
Shino, Pestil
The grid remembers
Forever young, in the vapor