Chords for Seven Sins

_ _ Sáilchil [Em] bhún a thráin, [F] _ bheith [C] or o bhún bhwinn.
_ [Am] Maidh an éis ginn [Em] téi môn héin, [F] a máil _ gór wérth gór frén.
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_ [F] I lay [Am] broken on the kitchen floor.
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I clawed at the laminate, [Am] pain wound at my body,
An uninvited [Em] guest, bones of a [F] home where the devil could [A] rest.
I cursed the gods, cursed my messiah, [Em] cursed my maker,
I cursed all of [Am] creation.
There I lay, feeble and thin.
_ _ Have you ever felt pain?
[Em] Stomach wrenching, [C] unrelenting, tell me [Am] you're getting the low end.
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Unlistening, [C] muscles clenching, tell [Am] me you're getting the foul end.
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A [C] rose emerges from the [Am] pavement grass,
To rhyme my eulogy with broken glass, [A] eternal parallax.
Pain, [Am] pain the author, [C] I accept this.
Pain the teacher, [Am] who's the apprentice?
Pain was this thing, [Em] pain the cop, [Am] pain the mother, I'm the soul.
Pain that splits you, it's [C] you when it hits you,
The dark and the light, I can [Am] burn you, what?
Pain that twists you, the [C] heavens dismiss you,
The [F] father, the ghost and the [A] holy soul.
Body bags, [Am] body bags, body bagging [Em] me,
Zip it up quick, cut their [Am] fangs on me,
I search for peace in the belly of a [Em] beast.
Sick boy, [F] sick boy, on a matter [Am] P.I.,. Feeling of a fever, following a [Em] leader, Wanna be me, huh? Grasses and [Am] green are bright, Like C-sharp dynamite, [Em] D-lock. Dying at the [F] table of the coroner, [A] E-top, what? Thirteen years and I've been [C] fiending, so stop. Lucky number thirteen, [Am] just my luck. Empires [B] tumble, rubble and dust, The [F] universe shrinks and the [Am] planets come back. In God we trust, [B] God's talents used to be [Am] neck, Warped to angelic tone. Angels wept, [C#] I bear witness, [F] Watching the whole thing unfold [A] from my bed. A bed where I never depress, [C] A bed where I'm always depressed. A bed [Am] with a human old crest, A bed for a [C] tomb where I slept. A bed in the room that's a [Am] room to dismay. Sick boy, bitten by a [C] tick, boy, Tell me how it feels to be buried while you [Am] breathe. Swollen sticks, boy, pain is a gift, [C] boy, Hard to make you [F] stand when you crawl on your [G] knees and I kneel. _ I kneel at the altar [A] of my own disease and I beg. [Am] I beg the sky for [A] mercy, mercy never came, I fit me dirty [F] thirty-three and hurting, [C] Cursing Jesus died at thirty-three And still my [A] sins are lurking, gears are turning, Future [C] stays uncertain, surgeon incision, Murder ambition. Fear of the unknown preserves a religion, Dean asked the gods when my body went missing. [A] Back then, the pain spray ricocheted like a match, And hot lead hit the bed that [A] was trapped in. Red [C] wind, seraphim out of God's grace, Cried tears from heaven [A] like slap, Then [C] stick pins in the voodoo, Hendrix. Thick skinned, stay [A] humble, Kendrix. Face kept rejected by your metrics, Blood stained crime scene, full rendition. [B] Lights gone, lights [C] out, Fading into the [Am] background. So [B] down, so [G] down, Running from the silhouette of self [Am]-doubt. Find out, [C] find out, Really should have figured this shit [Am] out. Lights on, [C] lights out, _ [Am] Smackdown. Let it be, let it be, quote [E] John Lennon, Click-Zap John got a shot for retention. [B] What does that tell you about the good of [C] intention? Spitting us forms [E] in a storm of aggression. Robots can drop the [D] match, feeling heaven, Heart is loose, I'm a [G#] animal, dead. Six ticks, followed by six, seven, seven, Build them, praise them, bury them, dead. [A] I was born to be half a man with half a chance, My heart is in half, heart rises, heart is down. [B] Half a gram, heart goes, troubles down, Thoughts lay darker than Uruk-hai master plan, Sharper than black-eyed splinter and cinnamon, Cinnamon, irony could kill a man, Makes money when the music lands, expand, Pay me my cheese, brain [A] down, parmesan. Followed by [C] seven, seven, Hold [A] sins for a self-made Armageddon. Sin one, pride, [C] pride makes a man Kill a man for his ego to [A] survive. Sin two, lust, lust makes the grass [Am] look greener, [A] Crucifies, bro. Sin three, gluttony, [C] humans consume and consume, [B] Planet Earth gets a frontal [A] lobotomy. Four, [C#] sloth, rinse and repeat, reruns, repeats, [A#] Time [A] lost. Sin five, envy, That's when one man's win is another man's frenzy. Sin six, wrath, rage, [C] vengeance, Killers, [A#] psychopaths. [F#] Sin seven, [B] greed, Greed's [A] not a seed that will destroy us all if we succumb to greed, If we take what we need and take more [C] than we need Then our oceans [Am] will bleed, Still we feed and we feed and we sleep and [C] repeat, Then we exile the shepherds and follow the sheep. We inherit the meek, we inherit this world that we bruised and we beat, We inherit this violence you saw cause of [Am] creeds, Inherit the liars, the murderous thieves, [A] One sin for every one day of the week. _ _ _ [N] _