Seven Sins

Ren

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    Salwch yw fy athrawen
    Fe dorrodd fy ngwên
    Mae fy esgyrn yn teimlo'n hen
    Yma y gorwedd corff Ren

    I lay broken on the kitchen floor
    I clawed at the laminate
    Pain wandered my body, an uninvited guest
    Bones were a home where the devil could rest
    I cursed the gods, cursed my messiah, cursed my maker
    I cursed all of creation
    There I lay, feeble and thin
    (Sick boi, sick boi, seven my sins)

    Have you ever felt pain?
    Stomach wrenching, unrelenting, tell me
    Have you ever felt pain?
    Condescending, muscles clenching, tell me
    Have you ever felt pain?
    A rose emerges from the pavement cracks
    They'll write my eulogy with broken glass
    Eternal parallax, pain

    Pain the author, I accept this
    Pain the teacher, bruised apprentice
    Pain resisting, pain will come
    Pain the mother, I'm the son
    Pain that splits you in two when it hits you
    The dark and the light all converged to one
    Pain that twists you, the Heavens dismiss you
    The Father, the Ghost, and the Holy Son

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    Body bags, body bags, body-bagging me
    Zip it up quick, a living zombie
    I search for peace in the belly of the beast
    Sick boi, sick boi, onomatopoeia
    Running up a fever, followin' a leader
    Wanna be me, huh? Grass isn't greener
    Bright light seizure, dynamite dealer (Hya)
    Dine at the table of the coroner, eat up, fuck
    Thirteen years and I've been feelin' so stuck
    Lucky number thirteen, just my luck (Shi)
    Empires tumble - rubbles and dust
    The universe shrinks and the planets combust (Bla)
    In God we trust
    God tied a noose to his neck and he walked to the edge and he jumped
    Angels wept
    I bear witness watching the whole thing unfold from my bed
    A bed where I never deep rest
    A bed where I'm always depressed
    A bed with a human oppressed
    A bed for the tomb where I slept
    A bed in this room that's a womb for this mess
    Sick boi, bitten by a tick boy, tell me how it feels to be buried while you breathe (Bla)
    Stones and sticks, boy, pain is a gift, boy, hard to make a stand when you crawl on your knees and I kneel

    I kneel at the altar of my own disease and I beg
    I begged the sky for mercy, mercy never came, life did me dirty
    Thirty-three and hurting, cursing
    Jesus died at thirty-three and still, my sins are lurking
    Gears are turning, future stays uncertain
    Surgeon incision, murder ambition
    (Fear of the unknown preserves a religion
    Denounce the gods where my body went missing)

    Back then, the pain sprayed ricocheted like a MAC-10
    Hot lead hit the bed I was trapped in
    Red wings, seraphim out of God's grace
    Cried tears from Heaven like Clapton
    Stick pins in a voodoo, Hendrix
    Thick skin, stay humble, Kendrick
    Stay skeptic, check the biometrics
    Bloodstains, crime scene, forensic

    Lights on, lights out
    Fade into the background
    So down, so down
    Runnin' from the silhouette of self-doubt
    By now, by now
    Really should've figured this shit out
    Lights on, lights out
    Smackdown

    Let it be, let it be, quote John Lennon
    Click-clack, John got shot for attention
    What does that tell you about the good of intentions?
    Bitterness formed in a storm of aggression
    Prophets get dropped imagining heaven
    Martin Luther, Mahatma - more deadness
    Six, six, followed by six and seven
    Build 'em, praise 'em, bury 'em, dead 'em

    I was born to be half a man with half a chance
    My heart is in half; half-righteous, half is damned
    And half a gram, half those troubles end
    Thoughts stay darker than Uruk-Hai's masterplan
    Sharper than glass, shards splinter and
    Sinner man, sinner man, irony could kill a man
    Pain makes money when the music lands, expand
    Pay me my cheese, rain down parmesan

    (Six six six)
    Followed by seven
    Seven whole sins for a self-made Armageddon
    Sin one: Pride
    Pride makes a man kill a man for his ego to survive
    Sin two: Lust
    Lust makes the grass look greener, crucifies trust
    Sin three: Gluttony
    Humans consume and consume, planet Earth gets a frontal lobotomy
    Four: Sloth
    Rinse and repeat, reruns, repeat, time lost
    Sin five: Envy
    That's when one man's win is another man's frenzy
    Sin six: Wrath
    Rage, vengeance, killers, psychopaths
    Sin seven: Greed
    Greed plants a seed that will destroy us all if we succumb to greed
    If we take what we need, then take more than we need, then our oceans will bleed
    Still, we feed and we feed and we sleep, then repeat
    Then we exile the shepherds and follow the sheep
    We inherit the mean, we inherit this world that we bruised and we beat
    We inherit this vanity, circus of creeps
    Inherit the liars, the murderous thieves
    One sin for every one day of the week

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