Diorama - 10000 Meter Waves lyrics

The striking means the wise design
The powerful arm the bottom line
The muzzle for the raucous crowd
I've heard enough to leave no doubt

I'm burning out I'm burning out
I'm burning out I'm burning out
And tell the wind to concentrate
To gear up for his righteous fate
And tell the sea to writhe in rage
To fall upon this golden age

I'm burning out I'm burning out
I'm burning out I'm burning out
When I listen to myself I
Only hear minor chords over and out!

Can you hear them rumbling?
10 000 meter waves are coming on
Have you made your final wish?
10 000 meter waves are coming on

And tell the wind to concentrate
To gear up for his righteous fate
And tell the sea to writhe in rage
To fall upon this golden age
And tell them all
That's it's wrong that's it's wrong
That's it's wrong that's it's wrong