I’m a mat and I still retain 我是一个垫子，我仍然保留

Accumulated stories of the tawdry years 在庸俗多年积累的故事

I’ve been stamped out by rum-fuelled boots 我已经冲出了朗姆酒为燃料的靴子

The brute, us hiding under stairs. 畜生，我们下楼梯躲藏。

Waiting for his thunder to hit 等待他的雷霆打

Waiting for his thunder and thinking is this it? 等待他的风头和思路是这样的吗？

Waiting for his thunder to shout 等待他的风头喊

Waiting for his thunder to tire itself out. 等待他的风头轮胎本身了。

So I lie flat, in sheets worn thin 于是我平躺在磨薄床单

By his sublimations that reside within 他的升华所在内的

For I’m the truth, the two in ten 对于我的真相，两人在十

That suffer at the whims of the weakest men. 遭受的最薄弱的男人率性。

Waiting for his thunder… 等待他的风头...

Each bruise I use as a chronicle of all that you gave me now 每个挫伤I AS一切，你给了我现在的编年史使用

And every scar a reminder of the power that you had 和每一个疤痕，你有权力的提醒

The saddest part about the darkest hours 关于最黑暗的时刻最悲惨的部分

The implication that the fault was ours. 言下之意，该故障是我们的。

Waiting for his thunder… 等待他的风头...