Taste of Victory Lyrics

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 fuck 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!