Mild High Club - Dionysian State Lyrics

We're burning it down
I'm glad I'm not hanging around
Caught in the cod-end of the trawl
I'm gettin' up and I'm gettin' down

To the Dionysian state
Where the pleasure feeds the taste of you

Without a shadow of a doubt
Bye bye, I'll be checking out
Onto the next sensation

To the Dionysian state
Where the pleasure feeds the taste of you