Turn On The Light — текст песни (Bad Religion)

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

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
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