Isaiah Mclaughlin - Always Going Under Lyrics

The untalented
They mock me
Oh how silly can you be?
In the world of ambition
There's a unique odd condition
The untalented they wander
Fumble bumble with no vision
Lost in rhythm out of rhyme
Out of tune out of time
In the race of excellence
They're covered in grime
Oh oh
Oh the untalented
Living an ever-constant blunder
In a world of praise
They're always going under
Always going under
Always going under
A Picasso's nightmare
A Mozart's hidden fear
Their every attempt
A symphony of wrongful cheer
Dancers with two left feet
Chefs who can't stand the heat
With no talent in their beat
They sit in failure's seat
No skill to boast
Nor laurels to own
In the play of life
They're the jester on the throne
Oh the untalented
Living an ever-constant blunder
In a world of praise
They're always going under
They're always going under