Turn On the Light

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 duck the system

And when it flickered out we laid him down to die

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

And I'll construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses

And equip with just a million tiny suns

I'll install upon the roof of my compartment

And place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls

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

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