Ren (Ren Gill) – Seven Sins (Guitar)
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[Intro]
Am Em Salwch yw fy athrawen F C Fe dorrodd fy ngwên Am Em Mae fy esgyrn yn teimlo'n hen F C Yma y gorwedd corff Ren
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 1]
Am I lay broken on the kitchen floor Em F I clawed at the laminate Am Pain wandered my body, an uninvited guest Em F Bones were a home where the devil could rest Am Em I cursed the gods, cursed my messiah, cursed my maker F I cursed all of creation Am There I lay, feeble and thin
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(Sick boi, sick boi, seven my sins)
[Verse 2]
Am Have you ever felt pain? Em F Stomach wrenching, unrelenting, tell me Am Have you ever felt pain? Em F Condescending, muscles clenching, tell me Am Have you ever felt pain? Em F Am A rose emerges from the pavement cracks Em They'll write my eulogy with broken glass
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Eternal parallax, pain
[Chorus]
Am Em Pain the author, I accept this F Am Pain the teacher, bruised apprentice Am Em Pain resisting, pain will come F Am Pain the mother, I'm the son Am Em Pain that splits you in two when it hits you F Am The dark and the light all converged to one Am Em Pain that twists you, the Heavens dismiss you F The Father, the Ghost, and the Holy Son
[Verse 3]
Am Body bags, body bags, body-bagging me Em F Zip it up quick, a living zombie Am I search for peace in the belly of the beast Em Sick boi, sick boi, onomatopoeia Am Running up a fever, followin' a leader Em Wanna be me, huh? Grass isn't greener Am Bright light seizure, dynamite dealer (Hya) Em Dine at the table of the coroner, eat up, fuck Am Em Thirteen years and I've been feelin' so stuck
Lucky number thirteen, just my luck (Shi)
Am Empires tumble - rubbles and dust Em The universe shrinks and the planets combust (Bla) Am In God we trust Em God tied a noose to his neck and he walked to the edge and he jumped Am Angels wept Em I bear witness watching the whole thing unfold from my bed Am A bed where I never deep rest Em A bed where I'm always depressed Am A bed with a human oppressed Em A bed for a tomb where I slept F A bed in this room that's a womb for this mess Am Em F Sick boi, bitten by a tick boy, tell me how it feels to be buried while you breathe (Bla) Am Em F Stones and sticks, boy, pain is a gift, boy, hard to make a stand when you crawl on your knees and I kneel
[Verse 4]
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I kneel at the altar of my own disease and I beg
Am C I begged the sky for mercy, mercy never came, life did me dirty Am Thirty-three and hurting, cursing C Jesus died at thirty-three and still, my sins are lurking Am Gears are turning, future stays uncertain C Surgeon incision, murder ambition
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(Fear of the unknown preserves a religion, denounce the gods where my body went missing)
[Verse 5]
Am C Back then, the pain sprayed ricocheted like a MAC-10 Am Hot lead hit the bed I was trapped in C Red wings, seraphim out of God's grace Am Cried tears from Heaven like Clapton C Stick pins in a voodoo, Hendrix Am Thick skin, stay humble, Kendrick
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Stay skeptic, check the biometrics
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Bloodstains, crime scene, forensic
[Bridge]
Am C Lights on, lights out Em Fade into the background Am C So down, so down Em Runnin' from the silhouette of self-doubt Am C By now, by now Em Really should've figured this shit out Am C Em Lights on, lights out, Smackdown
[Verse 6]
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Let it be, let it be, quote John Lennon
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Click-clack, John got shot for attention
Am What does that tell you about the good of intentions? Am Bitterness formed in a storm of aggression Am Prophets get dropped imagining heaven Am Martin Luther, Mahatma - more deadness Am Six, six, followed by six and seven Am Build 'em, praise 'em, bury 'em, dead 'em
[Verse 7]
Am I was born to be half a man with half a chance Am My heart is in half; half-righteous, half is damned Am And half a gram, half those troubles end Am Thoughts stay darker than Uruk-Hai's masterplan Am Sharper than glass, shards splinter and Am Sinner man, sinner man, irony could kill a man Am Pain makes money when the music lands, expand Am Pay me my cheese, rain down parmesan (Six six six)
[Verse 8]
Am Followed by seven C Seven whole sins for a self-made Armageddon Am Sin one: Pride C Pride makes a man kill a man for his ego to survive Am Sin two: Lust C Lust makes the grass look greener, crucifies trust Am Sin three: Gluttony C Humans consume and consume, planet Earth gets a frontal lobotomy Am Four: Sloth C Em Rinse and repeat, reruns, repeat, time lost Am Sin five: Envy C Em That's when one man's win is another man's frenzy Am Sin six: Wrath C Em Rage, vengeance, killers, psychopaths Am Sin seven: Greed
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Greed plants a seed that will destroy us all if we succumb to greed
Am C Em If we take what we need, then take more than we need, then our oceans will bleed Am Still, we feed and we feed and we sleep, then repeat C Em Then we exile the shepherds and follow the sheep Am C We inherit the mean, we inherit this world that we bruised and we beat Em Am We inherit this vanity, circus of creeps Am Inherit the liars, the murderous thieves
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One sin for every one day of the week