Letra de Seven Sins - Ren

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

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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