Intro:     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   I 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 construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses   And equip it 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 u>D   And I’ll   Bu urn like a Roman fucking candle   Bu urn like a chasm in the night   Bu urn for a miniscule duration   Ecstatic immolation incorrigible delight