The opening is in Ren's native language, Welsh. Ren's intent was for the opening to reflect his living eulogy. Loosely translated from Welsh he says: sickness is my teacher it broke my smile my bones feel old here lays Ren's body.
@@TheRevWillNotBeTelevised Cymraeg (Welsh) is the second most spoken language in the UK! It has more speakers than the population of 37 countries of the world. You really need to do some research!
Seven Sins Lyrics by Ren S'al y'chil v'nathra w'en, Be d'or o'v'n w'en, Mai v'n'esk'n teym l'on hen, A'ma y'chor w'rk o'v'ren _______________________ llness is my teacher It broke my smile My bones feel old Here lies the body of Ren ______________________________In effect it's Rens obituary 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 Where I lay, Feeble and thin, Sick boy, sick boy, Suffer my sin 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 cracked I’ll write my eulogy with broken glass Eternal parallax Pain Pain the author, I accept this Pain the teacher, Bruised apprentice Pain resists, Pain will come Pain the mother, I’m the son Pain that splits you, And two when it hits you The dark and the light all converge 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 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? Grasses and greener Bright lights, Seizure, Dynamite dealer Dine at the table Of the coroner, E-top fuck Thirteen years, And I’ve been feeling so stark Lucky number thirteen, Just my luck Empires tumble, Rumble and dust The universe shrinks, And the planets come bust In God we trust, God tied a noose to his neck, And he walked to the edge, And he jumped Angels wept, I bear 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 old crest 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 you stand When you crawl on your knees And I kneel I kneel at the altar Of my own disease, And I beg I beg the sky for mercy mercy never came I dip me dirty, 33 and hurting Cursing Jesus died at 33, And stole my sins A lurking gears returning Future stays uncertain, Surgeon incision Murder ambition, Fear of the unknown Preserves a religion Dean asked the gods When my body went missing Back then, The pain spray ricocheted Like a Mac-10 Hot lead hit the bed That was trapped in Red wings seraphim Out of God’s grace Cried tears from heaven Like Clapton Stick pins in the voodoo, Hendrick Stick skin stay humble, Kendrick Stay scared, Protect the biometrics Blood stained crime scene, Forensic Lights on, Lights out Fade into the background So down, So down Running from the silhouette Of self-doubt Bye now, Bye 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 a storm of aggression Prophets get dropped [?] Six, six, Followed by six, seven, seven Build them, praise them, Bury them dead 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 end Thoughts stay darker than Uruk-hai master plan Sharper than Glass jars splinter and Sinner man, sinner man Irony could kill a man He makes money When the music lands, Expand Pay me my G’s, Rain down Parmesan Followed by seven, Seven whole sins For a self-made Armageddon Sin one, pride, pride makes a man kill a man forbid ego to survive Sin two, Lost, Lost 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, Killers, Psychopaths Sin seven, Greed, Greed plants a seed That will destroy us all If we succumb to greed 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
Nice breakdown Maggs. I had a 4hr round trip yesterday and just received my sick boi CD in the mail the day before and my sick boi t-shirt which was washed in time for my trip. I banged that CD as many times as it cycled in 4 hrs. Some one said who is "sick boi"? "Well let me explain"..... I was spreading the Ren gospel... Lol.
Oh cool! see i would have never put that totheather!! thanks for that info!!! and thanks so muchn for the love 😍 im so happy you love them because i love doing them for sure
Thank you for sharing your “fall from grace”. I turned my back on organized religion at 13 - coming from a deeply religious family (Puritanical stock all the way back to 1600). Still, I’ve never suffered as Ren has so pain to me is like the pain of being run over, the pain of falling 70 feet, the pain of a fenzied battering, the pain of broken ribs, the pain of a tortured heart. But these are all relenting pain. Ren’s delivery describes a completely different agonist/antagonist.
10:05 Hierarchies are unavoidable, they are simply lists of ordered importance. We crave to be a part of one of these lists. We want to be valued. Unfortunately they become corrupted. You see it in the women of the church, there’s always that one who’s in charge. Some places it’s like mean girls. Point is I agree with you. The God I read about is not the god any church taught me about.
Definitely top 2-3 songs on the album. Some days this is my favorite.
The opening is in Ren's native language, Welsh.
Ren's intent was for the opening to reflect his living eulogy.
Loosely translated from Welsh he says:
sickness is my teacher
it broke my smile
my bones feel old
here lays Ren's body.
OMG!!! thank you so much for the translation!!!!! man thats so deep!!
Calling it his 'native language' is a bit much, very few Welsh people even know much Welsh. But yeah it is Welsh.
@@TheRevWillNotBeTelevised Cymraeg (Welsh) is the second most spoken language in the UK! It has more speakers than the population of 37 countries of the world. You really need to do some research!
He loves his mum 😂
Great reaction, Maggs
Seven Sins Lyrics by Ren
S'al y'chil v'nathra w'en,
Be d'or o'v'n w'en,
Mai v'n'esk'n teym l'on hen,
A'ma y'chor w'rk o'v'ren
_______________________
llness is my teacher
It broke my smile
My bones feel old
Here lies the body of Ren
______________________________In effect it's Rens obituary
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
Where I lay, Feeble and thin, Sick boy, sick boy, Suffer my sin
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 cracked
I’ll write my eulogy with broken glass
Eternal parallax
Pain
Pain the author, I accept this
Pain the teacher, Bruised apprentice
Pain resists, Pain will come
Pain the mother, I’m the son
Pain that splits you, And two when it hits you
The dark and the light all converge 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 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? Grasses and greener
Bright lights, Seizure, Dynamite dealer
Dine at the table Of the coroner, E-top fuck
Thirteen years, And I’ve been feeling so stark
Lucky number thirteen, Just my luck
Empires tumble, Rumble and dust
The universe shrinks, And the planets come bust
In God we trust, God tied a noose to his neck, And he walked to the edge, And he jumped
Angels wept, I bear 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 old crest
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 you stand When you crawl on your knees And I kneel
I kneel at the altar Of my own disease, And I beg
I beg the sky for mercy mercy never came
I dip me dirty, 33 and hurting
Cursing Jesus died at 33, And stole my sins
A lurking gears returning
Future stays uncertain, Surgeon incision
Murder ambition, Fear of the unknown Preserves a religion
Dean asked the gods When my body went missing
Back then, The pain spray ricocheted Like a Mac-10
Hot lead hit the bed That was trapped in
Red wings seraphim Out of God’s grace
Cried tears from heaven Like Clapton
Stick pins in the voodoo, Hendrick
Stick skin stay humble, Kendrick
Stay scared, Protect the biometrics
Blood stained crime scene, Forensic
Lights on, Lights out Fade into the background
So down, So down Running from the silhouette Of self-doubt
Bye now, Bye 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 a storm of aggression
Prophets get dropped [?]
Six, six, Followed by six, seven, seven
Build them, praise them, Bury them dead
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 end
Thoughts stay darker than Uruk-hai master plan
Sharper than Glass jars splinter and
Sinner man, sinner man Irony could kill a man
He makes money When the music lands, Expand Pay me my G’s, Rain down Parmesan
Followed by seven, Seven whole sins For a self-made Armageddon
Sin one, pride, pride makes a man kill a man forbid ego to survive
Sin two, Lost, Lost 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, Killers, Psychopaths
Sin seven, Greed, Greed plants a seed That will destroy us all If we succumb to greed
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
this is one of my favourites from the album pure genius thank you for reacting to this ❤❤❤
Thanks you for watching!! I love this song so much!!! I’m still catching things I missed lol
Nice breakdown Maggs. I had a 4hr round trip yesterday and just received my sick boi CD in the mail the day before and my sick boi t-shirt which was washed in time for my trip. I banged that CD as many times as it cycled in 4 hrs. Some one said who is "sick boi"? "Well let me explain"..... I was spreading the Ren gospel... Lol.
YESSSS!!! thats so awesome!! i cant wait to get mine!!! spread that message far and wide!! haha thanks for hangin out with me :D
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥This entire Album is🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥thanks great reaction.
thanks!! about to post the next couple soon!!!
The beginning is in Welsh. He is from Wales and is fluent. I love your Ren reactions!
Oh cool! see i would have never put that totheather!! thanks for that info!!! and thanks so muchn for the love 😍 im so happy you love them because i love doing them for sure
Enjoyed watching this with you. Look forward to more of your content.
Thank you for sharing your “fall from grace”. I turned my back on organized religion at 13 - coming from a deeply religious family (Puritanical stock all the way back to 1600). Still, I’ve never suffered as Ren has so pain to me is like the pain of being run over, the pain of falling 70 feet, the pain of a fenzied battering, the pain of broken ribs, the pain of a tortured heart. But these are all relenting pain. Ren’s delivery describes a completely different agonist/antagonist.
Yeah 👍🎉
Same. Abnoxiously loud in the car
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Great reaction
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#Ren #SevenSins
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10:05
Hierarchies are unavoidable, they are simply lists of ordered importance. We crave to be a part of one of these lists. We want to be valued. Unfortunately they become corrupted. You see it in the women of the church, there’s always that one who’s in charge. Some places it’s like mean girls. Point is I agree with you. The God I read about is not the god any church taught me about.