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 (During Bass "Solo") 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