KAIZO BLUNDER

[Verse 1]
I hate the taste
Of mediocrity
The bitter smell of burning plastic
The flaming out of another shitty lounge act
I just can’t fizzle out
My ego wouldn’t handle it well
I poured my blood into the sound
But what if my blood isn't good enough to sell

[Chorus]
I’d hate to be
A passing novelty
My art phoned-in
A ‘what could’ve been’
Flavour of the month
A master of none
One hit wonder
Another fucking blunder

[Verse 2]
Chew me up and spit me out
Stick the remains under the table
Dried up and forgotten about
A truly stupid and humiliating end
I won’t let you drown me out
My ego wouldn’t handle it well
I poured my blood into the sound
But what if my blood isn't good enough to sell

[Chorus]
I’d hate to be
A passing novelty
My art phoned-in
A ‘what could’ve been’
Flavour of the month
A master of none
One hit wonder
Another fucking blunder
I’d hate to be
A passing novelty
My art phoned-in
A ‘what could’ve been’
Flavour of the month
A master of none
One hit wonder
Another fucking blunder

[Outro]
No one's ever dreamed of
Typing at a desk
No one's ever dreamed of
Being twelfth best
No one's ever dreamed of
Rotting in their nest
No one's ever dreamed of
Being thirty-eighth best
No one's ever dreamed of
Typing at a desk
No one's ever dreamed of
Being twelfth best
No one's ever dreamed of
Rotting in their nest
No one's ever dreamed of
Being thirty-eighth best