Turn On The Light

[Verse 1] I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket He used to touch it when the wind was blowing high I guess it made him feel like he could buck the system And when it flickered out, we laid him down to die [Chorus] Turn on the light Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights Yeah, a beacon in the night I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry [Verse 2] And I'll construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses And equip it with just a million tiny suns I'll install upon the roof on my compartment And place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls [Chorus] Then I'll turn on the light Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights A beacon in the night I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry [Verse 3] And I'll burn like a roman fucking candle Burn like a chasm in the night Burn for a minuscule duration Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight