Turn Off The Light Songtext / Lyric

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

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 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 miniscule duration

Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight