[Intro] Salwch yw fy athrawen Fe dorrodd fy ngwên Mae fy esgyrn yn teimlo'n hen Yma y gorwedd corff Ren*
[Spoken Intro] 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 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 I'll write my eulogy with broken glass Eternal parallax, pain
Pain the author, I accept this Pain the teacher, bruised apprentice Pain the system, 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-baggin' me Zip it up quick if things don't be I search for peace in the belly of a beast Sick boi, sick boi, onomatopoeia Running up a fever, followin' a leader Wanna be me, ha? Grass isn't greener Bright light seizure, dynamite dealer Dine at the table [?] coroner [?], fuck Thirteen years and I've been feelin' so stuck, lucky number 13 - just my luck Empires tumble, rubbles and dust (shi) 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 jumped Angels wept And 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 the tomb where I slept A bed in this room is womb for this mess Sick boi, bitten by a tick boi, tell me how it feels to be buried while you breathe (bla) Stones and sticks, boi, pain is a gift, boi, 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, I did me dirty Thirty-three and hurting, cursing Jesus died at 33 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 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 the storm of aggression Prophets get dropped, imagining heaven Martin Luther; my [?] 6, 6 followed by 6, and 7 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 Heart goes 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 Hay makes money when the music lands expand Pay me my cheese, rain down parmesan
6 followed by 7 7 whole sins for a self-made armageddon Sin 1: Pride Pride makes a man kill a man for his ego to survive Sin 2: Lust Lust makes the grass look greener - crucifies trust Sin 3: Gluttony Humans consume and consume, planet Earth gets a frontal lobotomy 4: Sloth Rinse and repeat, reruns repeat, time lost Sin 5: Envy That's when one man's win is an another man's frenzy Sin 6: Wrath Rage, vengeance, kill it - psychopath Sin 7: 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 mead 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 weekTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
