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#Ren #SevenSins #SickBoi LYRICS: I lay broken on the kitchen floor I clawed at the laminate Pain wandered my body, an uninvited guest Bones of 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 boy, sick boy, 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 are 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 if the things don't be I search for peace in the belly of a beast Sick boy, sick boy, onomatopoeia Running up a fever, following a leader Wanna be me, huh? Grass isn't greener Bright light seizure, dynamite dealer Dine at the table of the coroner, eat up, fuck Thirteen years and I've been feeling so stuck Lucky number thirteen, just my luck Empires tumble, rubble and dust The universe shrinks and the planets combust In god we trust, god tied a noose to his neck And he walked to the edge and he jumped Angels wept, I beared 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 a tomb where I slept A bed in the room that's a womb for this mess Sick boy, bitten by a tick, boy Tell me how it feels to be buried while you breathe 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 Denounced the gods when 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, one 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 Bloodstain, crime scene, forensics Lights on, lights out, fade into the background Slow down, slow down, running 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 'bout the good of intentions? Bitterness formed in the storm of aggression Prophets get dropped, imagining heaven Martin Luther, Mahatma, deadened 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 Half a gram, heart goes, troubles and 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, kill it, psychopath 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 and 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, circles of greed Inherit the liars, the murderous thieves One sin for every one day of the week

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