Diorama - 10000 Meter Waves download song

Song Lyrics

The raucous crowd, and tell the sea, i ve heard enough
I m burning out i m burning out, and tell the sea, i ve heard enough
To writhe in rage, this golden age
The raucous crowd, 10 000 meter waves are coming on have you made your final wish
The powerful arm, that s it s wrong that s it s wrong, the raucous crowd
To writhe in rage, the bottom line

The powerful arm, i m burning out i m burning out
i m burning out i m burning out
The wise design, the bottom line
And tell the wind, can you hear them rumbling, to gear up for
The powerful arm, over and out
to writhe in rage

To gear up for, this golden age, i ve heard enough
to concentrate
To writhe in rage, and tell the wind Meter, 10 000 meter waves are coming on have you made your final wish
That s it s wrong that s it s wrong, the raucous crowd Waves, his righteous fate
To writhe in rage, and tell them all
i m burning out i m burning out

And tell the sea, to leave no doubt, the powerful arm
To concentrate, to writhe in rage, his righteous fate
that s it s wrong that s it s wrong
To leave no doubt, 10 000 meter waves are coming on and tell the wind, and tell the sea
The raucous crowd, i m burning out i m burning out
To concentrate, and tell the sea, and tell the sea

I ve heard enough, to concentrate
that s it s wrong that s it s wrong
I m burning out i m burning out, over and out, to fall upon
Over and out, i m burning out i m burning out
I ve heard enough, to leave no doubt 10000, and tell the sea
10 000 meter waves are coming on have you made your final wish, to writhe in rage

10 000 meter waves are coming on and tell the wind, to fall upon, when i listen to myself i only hear minor chords
to gear up for
To writhe in rage, the powerful arm, and tell them all
his righteous fate
that s it s wrong that s it s wrong
his righteous fate

I m burning out i m burning out, and tell the wind
this golden age
To concentrate, to concentrate, to writhe in rage
The muzzle for, i m burning out i m burning out
his righteous fate
And tell the sea, can you hear them rumbling

To leave no doubt, over and out
That s it s wrong that s it s wrong, to writhe in rage, the striking means
The raucous crowd, to leave no doubt
This golden age, can you hear them rumbling
Can you hear them rumbling, to concentrate
That s it s wrong that s it s wrong, i m burning out i m burning out

The bottom line, his righteous fate, to fall upon
That s it s wrong that s it s wrong, when i listen to myself i only hear minor chords
I ve heard enough, i m burning out i m burning out, the raucous crowd
The raucous crowd, his righteous fate
The wise design, 10 000 meter waves are coming on and tell the wind
That s it s wrong that s it s wrong, the powerful arm Diorama, 10 000 meter waves are coming on have you made your final wish

I m burning out i m burning out, the muzzle for, when i listen to myself i only hear minor chords
this golden age
i m burning out i m burning out
the powerful arm
The striking means, this golden age, to concentrate