Turn On The Light(Album Version)

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 mad 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

I'll construckt a rock of tempered beams and

Trusses and equip it with a million tiny suns

I'll install upon the

Roof on 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 lika a roman f**king

Candle like a chasm in the night for a miniscule duration ecstatic

Immolation incorrigible delight