10000 Meter Waves - Diorama

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