Dying to Feel Alive

He wants to know if he is alive
He tests his limits, to see if he’ll survive
The body is remarkable
The abuse it can endure
He’s so confident, so sure

He tokes on his smoke
He shoots his whiskey
Washes it down with a beer
He tests his limits
Till death, he is near

He drops his first dose
His body is molecules
Floating in the air
Colors all around; inhuman powers!
Artificial high, plastic taste in his mouth

He is high above the clouds
He doesn’t want to come down
It is unavoidable
The high cannot last
He crashes to the ground

He drops another hit
The effects take too long
He drops another; now he is lit
Time for some hits from his bong
The fat lady will soon sing his song

He is going to die
If he keeps chasing this high
He wants to feel alive
He wants to feel free
He wanted—to know how fast he could drive.