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
Turn on the light
Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights yeah
A beacon in the night
I値l burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry yeah
And I値l construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses
And equip it with just million tiny suns
I値l install upon the roof on my compartment
And place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls
And I値l turn on the light
Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights
A beacon in the night
I値l burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry
And I値l burn like a roman fucking candle
Burn like a chasm in the night
For a minuscule duration, ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight
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