Thunderbolt of Zeus

Lyrics

They hammered me down in a cavern of ash,
three brothers with one eye apiece.
I was not a mere storm, I was not a blind flash,
I was order, and terror, and peace.
I had physical weight, I had edges of brass,
a grip exactly two palms wide.
When he lifted his arm, the stratosphere twitched,
the clouds moving in with his mind.

I am the light that shatters the stone,
the smell of scorched air in the rain.
I was forged to be anger, a king on a throne,
but my fear is a much older pain:
What if the heavens forget how to care?
What if the throne is just empty and cold?
I am terrified of the unthinking air,
of being a story that nobody told.
Just weather. Just friction. Just a spark in the fold.

They paint me as yellow and jagged on clay,
a prop for a god in a wreath.
But I was blinding and blue, I was brighter than day,
turning sand into glass underneath.
I brought down the Titans, I answered the pride,
I struck with a deliberate hand.
Every time I was thrown, I was aimed, I was guided,
a consequence they could understand.

I am the light that shatters the stone,
the smell of scorched air in the rain.
I was forged to be anger, a king on a throne,
but my fear is a much older pain:
What if the heavens forget how to care?
What if the throne is just empty and cold?
I am terrified of the unthinking air,
of being a story that nobody told.
Just weather. Just friction. Just a spark in the fold.

If the pressure just drops and the ions align,
if I fall without judgment or grace,
then I am not a weapon, and I'm not divine.
I am heat in a desolate place.
The tragedy isn't the ruin I bring.
It's striking the earth when it doesn't mean a thing.

No hand on the grip.
No pulse in the sky.
I shatter a mountain,
and nobody knows why.
Just a sudden bright line.
And the thunder rolling behind.