High on Life

For everyone who's tired of the same old songs about cheap thrills and bad decisions, here's the other side of the coin. This is an anthem for the person whose only addiction is a sensible bedtime and the intoxicating aroma of freshly cut grass. It's a reminder that true hedonism is a clean bill of health and a condescending smile.

Song by: Dead Channel Audio

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
I see you chasing powder for your nose
I see you pixel-fing as the sickness grows
See you gutter-drunk and rolling dice for rent
Another soul completely fing spent
You pop a pill to get you through the day
You need the poison just to feel okay
You're looking for a god inside a glass
You can kiss my wholesome f*ing a

[Pre-Chorus]
You think you're living on the edge of it all?
I found a truth that makes you look so small!
A better rush! A cleaner hit!
You're drowning and I'm breathing it!

[Chorus]
I shoot the birdsong in my veins!
I snort the scent of summer rains!
This clean new feeling in my head
Puts all your cheap s*** to bed!
I'm high on life!

[Verse 2]
My first hit of the morning is the sun
My favorite new addiction is a morning run
I'm chasing down a feeling you can't buy
The contact high of looking in your eye
And seeing nothing, just a dull reflection
Of a cheap and desperate, sad affection
For the bottom, for the filth, for the decay
While I get off on a brand new f***ing day

[Pre-Chorus]
You think you're living on the edge of it all?
I found a truth that makes you look so small!
A better rush! A cleaner hit!
You're drowning and I'm breathing it!

[Chorus]
I shoot the birdsong in my veins!
I snort the scent of summer rains!
This clean new feeling in my head
Puts all your cheap s*** to bed!
I'm high on life!

[Bridge]
You want to know what real hedonism is?
It's a vanilla cone. It's a first kiss.
It's the smell of fresh cut grass.
It's a clean smile.
You're all amateurs.

[Outro]
High on life!
So f***ing high!
High on life!
Watch me fly