This song is from the album Kneel(Sins of Seven)(2019), released on 21 May 2019. The vocals are by Ren, the music is produced by Ren, and the lyrics are written by Ren.
This song is originally in the key of A Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 115 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of A Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 115 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: A Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 115 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Am Salwch yw fy athrawen Am Fe dorrodd fy ngwên Am Mae fy esgyrn yn teimlo'n hen Am Yma y gorwedd corff Ren Am I lay broken on the kitchen floor Am I clawed at the laminate Am Pain wandered my body, an uninvited guest Am Bones were a home where the devil could rest Am I cursed the gods, cursed my messiah, cursed my maker Am I cursed all of creation Am There I lay, feeble and thin Am (Sick boi, sick boi, seven my sins) www.chordzone.org [VERSE ONE] Am Have you ever felt pain? Am Stomach wrenching, unrelenting, tell me Am Have you ever felt pain? Am Condescending, muscles clenching, tell me Am Have you ever felt pain? Am A rose emerges from the pavement cracks Am They'll write my eulogy with broken glass Am Eternal parallax, pain [VERSE TWO] Am Pain the author, I accept this Am Pain the teacher, bruised apprentice Am Pain resisting, pain will come Am Pain the mother, I'm the son Am Pain that splits you in two when it hits you Am The dark and the light all converged to one Am Pain that twists you, the Heavens dismiss you Am The Father, the Ghost, and the Holy Son [VERSE THREE] Am Body bags, body bags, body bagging me Am Zip it up quick, a living zombie Am I search for peace in the belly of the beast Am Sick boi, sick boi, onomatopoeia Am Running up a fever, followin' a leader Am Wanna be me, huh? Grass isn't greener Am Bright light seizure, dynamite dealer (Hya) Am Dine at the table of the coroner, eat up, fuck Am Thirteen years and I've been feelin' so stuck Am Lucky number thirteen, just my luck (Shi) Am Empires tumble rubbles and dust Am The universe shrinks and the planets combust (Bla) Am In God we trust Am God tied a noose to his neck Am and he walked to the edge and he jumped Am Angels wept Am I bear witness watching the whole thing unfold from my bed Am A bed where I never deep rest Am A bed where I'm always depressed Am A bed with a human oppressed Am A bed for the tomb where I slept Am A bed in this room that's a womb for this mess Am Sick boi, bitten by a tick boy, Am tell me how it feels to be buried while you breathe (Bla) Am Stones and sticks, boy, Am pain is a gift, boy, Am hard to make a stand Am when you crawl on your knees and I kneel [VERSE FOUR] Am I kneel at the altar of my own disease and I beg Am I begged the sky for mercy, Am mercy never came, life did me dirty Am Thirty three and hurting, cursing Am Jesus died at thirty three and still, Am my sins are lurking Am Gears are turning, future stays uncertain Am Surgeon incision, murder ambition Am (Fear of the unknown preserves a religion Am Denounce the gods where my body went missing) [VERSE] Am Back then, the pain sprayed ricocheted like a MAC Am Hot lead hit the bed I was trapped in Am Red wings, seraphim out of God's grace Am Cried tears from Heaven like Clapton Am Stick pins in a voodoo, Hendrix Am Thick skin, stay humble, Kendrick Am Stay skeptic, check the biometrics Am Bloodstains, crime scene, forensic [BRIDGE] Am Lights on, lights out Am Fade into the background Am So down, so down Am Runnin' from the silhouette of self doubt Am By now, by now Am Really should've figured this shit out Am Lights on, lights out Am Smackdown [VERSE] Am Let it be, let it be, quote John Lennon Am 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] 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 [VERSE] Am (Six six six) Am Followed by seven Am Seven whole sins for a self made Armageddon Am Sin one: Pride Am Pride makes a man kill a man for his ego to survive Am Sin two: Lust Am Lust makes the grass look greener, crucifies trust Am Sin three: Gluttony Am Humans consume and consume, Am planet Earth gets a frontal lobotomy Am Four: Sloth Am Rinse and repeat, reruns, repeat, time lost Am Sin five: Envy Am That's when one man's win is another man's frenzy Am Sin six: Wrath Am Rage, vengeance, killers, psychopaths Am Sin seven: Greed Am Greed plants a seed that will destroy us Am all if we succumb to greed Am If we take what we need, Am then take more than we need, then our oceans will bleed Am Still, we feed and we feed and we sleep, then repeat Am Then we exile the shepherds and follow the sheep Am We inherit the mean, www.chordzone.org Am we inherit this world that we bruised and we beat Am We inherit this vanity, circus of creeps Am Inherit the liars, the murderous thieves Am One sin for every one day of the week
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