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（And tell them all）
 To writhe in rage（That's it's wrong that's it's wrong）
 To fall upon
 This golden age（That's it's wrong that's it's wrong）