His Thunder Chords & Lyrics - Little Comets

[F#m]I'm a m[E]at and I[F#m] still ret[E]ain
[F#m]Accumulated st[E]ories of the [C#m]tawdry years
[F#m]I've been stamped [E]out by r[F#m]um-fuelled[E] boots
[F#m]The brute, us [E]hiding un[C#m]der stairs.
Waiting for his t[A]hunde[E]r to [C#m]hit
Waiting for his t[A]hunde[E]r and thinking [C#m]is this it'
Waiting for his t[A]hunde[E]r to [C#m]shout
Waiting for his t[A]hunde[E]r to [C#m]tire itself out.

So I lie flat, in sheets worn thin
By his sublimations that reside within
For I'm the truth, the two in ten
That suffer at the whims of the weakest men.

Waiting for his thunder

[A]Each bruise I u[E]se as a ch[A]ronicle of a[E]ll that you ga[Fm]ve me now
[A]And every sc[E]ar a remin[A]der of the p[E]ower that you [C#m]had
The saddest part about the darkest hours
The implication that the fault was ours.

Waiting for his thunder