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'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs
dry, (yeah) i'll construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses and equip
it with a million tiny suns, i'll install upon the room 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,
(yeah) 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
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