Each bite consumed with methodical skill
This is just a test... just a trial of will
The tension mounts as the whistle blows
I sit with resolve though nobody knows
The blueberry pies before me, stacked with care
A simple test of will that only a few would dare
Others falter, their faces pale
The bravest have crumbled, their strength derailed
But I remain: steadfast and refined
This pursuit of glory is what I'm determined to find
I'm pushing through, there's no retreat
For my glory, for their defeat
I won't stop, I won't concede
I'm chasing the taste of victory!
Yet another pie, another test of grace
As others abandon, I keep my pace
One more pie, it's just a little more
What's waiting behind the winner's door?
Contestants retreat, with stomachs weak
The crowd erupts with awe as they peek
At my relentless drive, my hunger unspent
But inside I wonder what this all meant
Oh, the taste of victory
It isn't what it's cracked up to be
I chased the prize, but all I see
Is more to eat, oh this is agony
I'm pushing through, there's no retreat
For my glory, for their defeat
I won't stop, I won't concede
I'm chasing the taste of victory!
Yet another pie, another test of grace
As others abandon, I keep my pace
One more pie, it's just a little more
What's waiting behind the winner's door?
What will the win unfold?
More to win, more to hold?!
But that sure takes its toll.
A cycle with no final goal!
It's the final call and my name is announced
The crowd erupts as my victory's pronounced
They present the prize with pomp and pride
My heart sinks though, for I've been denied
But I've beaten the odds, I've won the game!
I'm the last one standing, the crowd's still calling my name
They hand me the prize with a big ol' grin
It's another blueberry pie-where the f*ck do I begin?
What is this? Another round?
Is a blueberry pie my victory crown?
I fought, I toiled, for just the same
This hollow gift is a more cruel game
My taste turns sour, my joy dissolves
A bitter truth now it resolves
I see the prize for what it is
More work ahead in corporate abyss
The nausea swells, my stomach churns
The crowd gasps as my victory turns
This pie, this weight-it's all a farce
I hurl it back, with one quick blast
More labor, more toil, more to consume
An endless cycle of perpetual doom
I rise to fall and fall to rise for what I seek
The Never-ending responsibility has my future bleak
I chased the crown but now I see
The prize has always been more misery!
WM - Taste of Victory Lyrics
WM - Taste of Victory Lyrics
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Each bite consumed with methodical skill
This is just a test... just a trial of will
The tension mounts as the whistle blows
I sit with resolve though nobody knows
The blueberry pies before me, stacked with care
A simple test of will that only a few would dare
Others falter, their faces pale
The bravest have crumbled, their strength derailed
But I remain: steadfast and refined
This pursuit of glory is what I'm determined to find
I'm pushing through, there's no retreat
For my glory, for their defeat
I won't stop, I won't concede
I'm chasing the taste of victory!
Yet another pie, another test of grace
As others abandon, I keep my pace
One more pie, it's just a little more
What's waiting behind the winner's door?
Contestants retreat, with stomachs weak
The crowd erupts with awe as they peek
At my relentless drive, my hunger unspent
But inside I wonder what this all meant
Oh, the taste of victory
It isn't what it's cracked up to be
I chased the prize, but all I see
Is more to eat, oh this is agony
I'm pushing through, there's no retreat
For my glory, for their defeat
I won't stop, I won't concede
I'm chasing the taste of victory!
Yet another pie, another test of grace
As others abandon, I keep my pace
One more pie, it's just a little more
What's waiting behind the winner's door?
What will the win unfold?
More to win, more to hold?!
But that sure takes its toll.
A cycle with no final goal!
It's the final call and my name is announced
The crowd erupts as my victory's pronounced
They present the prize with pomp and pride
My heart sinks though, for I've been denied
But I've beaten the odds, I've won the game!
I'm the last one standing, the crowd's still calling my name
They hand me the prize with a big ol' grin
It's another blueberry pie-where the f*ck do I begin?
What is this? Another round?
Is a blueberry pie my victory crown?
I fought, I toiled, for just the same
This hollow gift is a more cruel game
My taste turns sour, my joy dissolves
A bitter truth now it resolves
I see the prize for what it is
More work ahead in corporate abyss
The nausea swells, my stomach churns
The crowd gasps as my victory turns
This pie, this weight-it's all a farce
I hurl it back, with one quick blast
More labor, more toil, more to consume
An endless cycle of perpetual doom
I rise to fall and fall to rise for what I seek
The Never-ending responsibility has my future bleak
I chased the crown but now I see
The prize has always been more misery!
This is just a test... just a trial of will
The tension mounts as the whistle blows
I sit with resolve though nobody knows
The blueberry pies before me, stacked with care
A simple test of will that only a few would dare
Others falter, their faces pale
The bravest have crumbled, their strength derailed
But I remain: steadfast and refined
This pursuit of glory is what I'm determined to find
I'm pushing through, there's no retreat
For my glory, for their defeat
I won't stop, I won't concede
I'm chasing the taste of victory!
Yet another pie, another test of grace
As others abandon, I keep my pace
One more pie, it's just a little more
What's waiting behind the winner's door?
Contestants retreat, with stomachs weak
The crowd erupts with awe as they peek
At my relentless drive, my hunger unspent
But inside I wonder what this all meant
Oh, the taste of victory
It isn't what it's cracked up to be
I chased the prize, but all I see
Is more to eat, oh this is agony
I'm pushing through, there's no retreat
For my glory, for their defeat
I won't stop, I won't concede
I'm chasing the taste of victory!
Yet another pie, another test of grace
As others abandon, I keep my pace
One more pie, it's just a little more
What's waiting behind the winner's door?
What will the win unfold?
More to win, more to hold?!
But that sure takes its toll.
A cycle with no final goal!
It's the final call and my name is announced
The crowd erupts as my victory's pronounced
They present the prize with pomp and pride
My heart sinks though, for I've been denied
But I've beaten the odds, I've won the game!
I'm the last one standing, the crowd's still calling my name
They hand me the prize with a big ol' grin
It's another blueberry pie-where the f*ck do I begin?
What is this? Another round?
Is a blueberry pie my victory crown?
I fought, I toiled, for just the same
This hollow gift is a more cruel game
My taste turns sour, my joy dissolves
A bitter truth now it resolves
I see the prize for what it is
More work ahead in corporate abyss
The nausea swells, my stomach churns
The crowd gasps as my victory turns
This pie, this weight-it's all a farce
I hurl it back, with one quick blast
More labor, more toil, more to consume
An endless cycle of perpetual doom
I rise to fall and fall to rise for what I seek
The Never-ending responsibility has my future bleak
I chased the crown but now I see
The prize has always been more misery!
Writer: WM K
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid