Текст (слова) песни: Bad Religion - Turn On The Light
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... and i`ll burn lika a roman fucking candle, like a chasm in the night, for a miniscule duration, ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight
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