Intro:
[Am]Salwch yw fy [Em]athrawen
[F]Fe dorrodd [C]fy ngwên
[Am]Mae fy esgyrn yn [Em]teimlo'n hen
[F]Yma y gor[C]gorwedd corff Ren
Interlude:
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Verse 1:
I lay broken [Am]on the kitchen floor
[Em]I clawed at the [F]laminate
Pain [Am]wandered my body, an uninvited guest
[Em]Bones were a home where the [F]devil could rest
I [Am]cursed the gods, cursed my messiah, [Em]cursed my maker
I cursed [F]all of creation
[Am]There I lay, feeble and thin
(Sick boi, sick boi, seven my sins)
Verse 2:
Have you [Am]ever felt pain?
Stomach [Em]wrenching, unre[F]unrelenting, tell me
Have you [Am]ever felt pain?
Conde[Em]Condescending, muscles [F]clenching, tell me
Have you [Am]ever felt pain?
[Em]A rose e[F]emerges from the pavement [Am]cracks
They'll write my eulogy with broken [Em]glass
Eternal parallax, pain
Chorus:
[Am]Pain the author, I ac[Em]accept this
Pain the [F]teacher, bruised ap[Am]apprentice
Pain re[Am]resisting, pain will [Em]come
Pain the [F]mother, I'm the [Am]son
Pain that [Am]splits you in two when it [Em]hits you
The dark and the [F]light all converged to [Am]one
[Am]Pain that twists you, the Heavens dis[Em]dismiss you
The Father, the [F]Ghost, and the Holy Son
Verse 3:
[Am]Body bags, body bags, body-bagging me
[Em]Zip it up quick, a [F]living zombie
I [Am]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, xxxx
[Am]Thirteen years and I've been feelin' so [Em]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
God tied a [Em]noose to his neck
and he walked to the edge and he jumped
[Am]Angels wept
I bear [Em]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
A bed with a [Am]human oppressed
A bed for a tomb where I [Em]slept
A bed in this [F]room that's a womb for this mess
[Am]Sick boi, bitten by a tick boy, [Em]tell me how
it feels to be [F]buried while you breathe (Bla)
[Am]Stones and sticks, boy, pain is a gift, boy, [Em]hard to
make a stand when you [F]crawl on your knees and I kneel
Verse 4:
I kneel at the altar of my own disease and I beg
[Am]I begged the sky for mercy, [C]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
(Fear of the unknown preserves a religion,
denounce the gods where my body went missing)
Verse 5:
[Am]Back then, the pain sprayed ricocheted like a [C]MAC-10
Hot lead hit the bed I was [Am]trapped in
Red wings, seraphim out of [C]God's grace
Cried tears from Heaven like [Am]Clapton
Stick pins in a voodoo, [C]Hendrix
Thick skin, stay humble, [Am]Kendrick
Stay skeptic, check the biometrics
Bloodstains, crime scene, forensic
Bridge:
[Am]Lights on, lights [C]out
Fade [Em]into the background
[Am]So down, so d[C]down
Runnin' from the [Em]silhouette of self-doubt
[Am]By now, by [C]now
Really should've [Em]figured this xxxx out
[Am]Lights on, lights [C]out, [Em]Smackdown
Verse 6:
Let it be, let it be, quote John Lennon
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
Pride makes a [C]man kill a man for his ego to survive
[Am]Sin two: Lust
Lust makes the [C]grass look greener, crucifies trust
[Am]Sin three: Gluttony
Humans [C]consume and consume, planet Earth gets a frontal lobotomy
[Am]Four: Sloth
Rinse and [C]repeat, reruns, [Em]repeat, time lost
[Am]Sin five: Envy
That's when [C]one man's win is [Em]another man's frenzy
[Am]Sin six: Wrath
Rage, [C]vengeance, killers, [Em]psychopaths
[Am]Sin seven: Greed
Greed plants a seed that will
destroy us all if we succumb to greed
[Am]If we take what we need, then take more
than we [C]need, then our oceans will [Em]bleed
Still, we feed and we [Am]feed and we sleep, then repeat
Then we [C]exile the shepherds and [Em]follow the sheep
We inherit the [Am]mean, we inherit
this world that we bruised and we [C]beat
We inherit this [Em]vanity, circus of c[Am]creeps
[Am]Inherit the liars, the murderous thieves
One sin for every one day of the week
