Eye of The Storm: Hurricane

Verse 1: Warm water feeding the engine, the ocean's giving breath, Below the surface tension, defying even death. Air is rushing upward, the pressure's taking flight, A massive thermal column is gathering the might. I am a perfect engine, a spiral taking form, My wind speed is a warning, before I start to storm. It’s the Coriolis whisper, a twist from the north side, Now the rotation starts, nowhere left to hide. Pre-Chorus: No longer just a depression, watch the forecast climb, From a tropical storm, now I'm marking out my time. Watch the meters turning, feel the fury start to peak, The Saffir-Simpson scale is showing what I speak! The power is absolute, you know the sound! Chorus: I'm the Tropical Cyclone! Spinning, spinning 'round! I'm the Wall of Wind and Rain crashing down to the ground! No equal in the ocean, no force can stop my pace, The low-pressure monster ruling time and space! My storm surge is rising, a wave you can't ignore, Hear the Hurricane roar, knocking at your door! Verse 2: Check the data, look inside the spiral symmetry, Where the air is dropping, you find tranquility. It's the Eye of the Storm, a calm within the fight, A hollow cylinder where the wind sees the light. But don't be fooled by the stillness, don't celebrate too soon, Because the eye is moving, beneath the angry moon. The wall is coming back, that's my promise, that's my truth, It's the science of the system, a storm without ruth. Bridge: From the Atlantic waters, I am Hurricane named, Across the Pacific basin, my fury is proclaimed: Typhoon! And down in the Indian, they call me the Cyclone, Same energy, same power, claiming my throne. Track the latitude, track the longitude, heed the call, This is nature's power, standing ten feet tall! Chorus: I'm the Tropical Cyclone! Spinning, spinning 'round! I'm the Wall of Wind and Rain crashing down to the ground! No equal in the ocean, no force can stop my pace, The low-pressure monster ruling time and space! My storm surge is rising, a wave you can't ignore, Hear the Hurricane roar, knocking at your door! Outro: Pressure low... Spinning, spinning... Category Five...