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Bad Gyal - Turn Me On Prod Faberoa Lyrics

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
And I'll construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses
And equip it with 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
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