REN – Seven Sins Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano | Sheet Music & Tabs

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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.
Vocals: Ren ,
Producer: Ren,
Writer: Ren,

 
Original Key: A Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 115
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO]


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


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 I lay broken on the kitchen floor
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 I clawed at the laminate
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 Pain wandered my body, an uninvited guest
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 Bones were a home where the devil could rest
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 I cursed the gods, cursed my messiah, cursed my maker
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 I cursed all of creation
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 There I lay, feeble and thin
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 (Sick boi, sick boi, seven my sins)
 
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 [VERSE ONE]
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 Have you ever felt pain?
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 Stomach wrenching, unrelenting, tell me
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 Have you ever felt pain?
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 Condescending, muscles clenching, tell me
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 Have you ever felt pain?
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 A rose emerges from the pavement cracks
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 They'll write my eulogy with broken glass
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 Eternal parallax, pain
 
 [VERSE TWO]
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 Pain the author, I accept this
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 Pain the teacher, bruised apprentice
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 Pain resisting, pain will come
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 Pain the mother, I'm the son
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 Pain that splits you in two when it hits you
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 The dark and the light all converged to one
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 Pain that twists you, the Heavens dismiss you
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 The Father, the Ghost, and the Holy Son
 
 [VERSE THREE]
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 Body bags, body bags, body bagging me
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 Zip it up quick, a living zombie
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 I search for peace in the belly of the beast
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 Sick boi, sick boi, onomatopoeia
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 Running up a fever, followin' a leader
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 Wanna be me, huh? Grass isn't greener
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 Bright light seizure, dynamite dealer (Hya)
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 Dine at the table of the coroner, eat up, fuck
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 Thirteen years and I've been feelin' so stuck
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 Lucky number thirteen, just my luck (Shi)
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 Empires tumble rubbles and dust
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 The universe shrinks and the planets combust (Bla)
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 In God we trust
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 God tied a noose to his neck 
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 and he walked to the edge and he jumped
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 Angels wept
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 I bear witness watching the whole thing unfold from my bed
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 A bed where I never deep rest
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 A bed where I'm always depressed
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 A bed with a human oppressed
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 A bed for the tomb where I slept
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 A bed in this room that's a womb for this mess
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 Sick boi, bitten by a tick boy, 
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 tell me how it feels to be buried while you breathe (Bla)
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 Stones and sticks, boy, 
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 pain is a gift, boy, 
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 hard to make a stand 
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 when you crawl on your knees and I kneel
 
 [VERSE FOUR]
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 I kneel at the altar of my own disease and I beg
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 I begged the sky for mercy, 
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 mercy never came, life did me dirty
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 Thirty three and hurting, cursing
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 Jesus died at thirty three and still,
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 my sins are lurking
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 Gears are turning, future stays uncertain
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 Surgeon incision, murder ambition
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 (Fear of the unknown preserves a religion
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 Denounce the gods where my body went missing)

 [VERSE] 
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 Back then, the pain sprayed ricocheted like a MAC 
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 Hot lead hit the bed I was trapped in
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 Red wings, seraphim out of God's grace
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 Cried tears from Heaven like Clapton
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 Stick pins in a voodoo, Hendrix
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 Thick skin, stay humble, Kendrick
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 Stay skeptic, check the biometrics
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 Bloodstains, crime scene, forensic
 
 [BRIDGE]
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 Lights on, lights out
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 Fade into the background
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 So down, so down
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 Runnin' from the silhouette of self doubt
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 By now, by now
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 Really should've figured this shit out
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 Lights on, lights out
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 Smackdown

 [VERSE] 
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 Let it be, let it be, quote John Lennon
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 Click clack, John got shot for attention
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 What does that tell you about the good of intentions?
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 Bitterness formed in a storm of aggression
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 Prophets get dropped imagining heaven
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 Martin Luther, Mahatma more deadness
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 Six, six, followed by six and seven
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 Build 'em, praise 'em, bury 'em, dead 'em
 
 [VERSE] 
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 I was born to be half a man with half a chance
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 My heart is in half; half righteous, half is damned
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 And half a gram, half those troubles end
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 Thoughts stay darker than Uruk Hai's masterplan
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 Sharper than glass, shards splinter and
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 Sinner man, sinner man, irony could kill a man
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 Pain makes money when the music lands, expand
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 Pay me my cheese, rain down parmesan

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

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