Troubles - Ren instrumental (w/ chorus)

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  • Опубліковано 13 тра 2024
  • [Intro: Vera Hall]
    Oh Lordy, my troubles so hard
    Oh Lord, my troubles so hard
    Oh Lordy, (My troubles) ooh, (Lord), oh
    Oh Lord, (My troubles) ooh (Troubles so hard)
    Oh Lordy, (My troubles) ooh, (Lord), oh
    Oh Lord, (My troubles) ooh (Troubles so hard)
    [Verse 1: Ren]
    I don't reach into the past very much
    For these shards of shattered glass and harsh paper cuts
    Leave me stuck when I reach in memories are seeped in hydrochloric acid
    I go to war and get passive and freeze up
    But music helped the ice to thaw
    Put a chisel in the middle swing the hammer of Thor
    Pull it out of the impossible, Excalibur sword
    Etching note pads full of reasons why my feelings are sore
    The first day that I got sick ejected from cockpit of living
    Nineteen, young teen, waking up bitten
    Posters up, manhunt, Ren went missing
    Hard to have faith when the gods don't listen
    The first year maybe was the hardest
    Waking in a body that was buried like a carcass
    Brain in the lion's den, body in a shark pit
    Waking up in pain again, aching, broken-hearted
    [Verse 2: Ren]
    Persistent little bugger I was bouncing from a doctor
    To a doctor to a doctor like a table tennis game that has no end
    So be the fate of Ren
    Every single question answered with a question on the end
    The second year I came to terms with giving up my dreams
    Mind was severed from the means that helped me write these rhyme schemes
    Brain was inflamed, the fatigue was crushing
    Hard to remain sane with your brain combusting
    And the third year was murder, living in a purga-
    Tory full of worry, wouldn't live to be thirty
    Lifestyle hurt me, always in my bed tomb
    Re-arrange the alphabet and all the letters spell "doom"
    Light hurt my eyes, popping pills to survive
    When you're twenty-three and mentally you steadily decline
    Twenty-four I was poor, disability benefits
    What's the benefit of disability? It's irrelevant
    [Verse 3: Ren]
    Twenty-five and the scars that were etched, they cracked
    Elastic bands only stretch so far and then snap
    Deep in psychosis, hallucinations, troubled vision
    Visits from the underworld were conjuring my superstition
    Twenty-five, living back at home with my mum
    But not because I'm a bum, alone and physically done
    So thin, so frail, so weak I'd become
    And my skin so pale, never kissed by the Sun
    One time I carved a hole in my chest, just to feel
    I wish that was a metaphor, the struggle was real
    When you're living in a holocaust you buckle and kneel
    There's relief in the teeth of the kiss of cold steel
    Facts, twenty-six I'm highly medicated and the pain sophisticated
    While I'm laying broken, naked on my back
    I brought my microphone into my coffin, started droppin'
    Raw thoughts with the grim reaper knocking on the track
    [Verse 4: Ren]
    Then man, lo and behold
    I heard an angel beckon on this treacherous road
    Was a stem cell doctor with a generous glow
    And a cell transplant brought me out of the cold
    And my skin got younger and my body got stronger
    And my stomach felt hunger for a door that was closed
    And my soul heard music for the first time
    Beauty was a word I'd use for this gift of gold
    Oh Lord, I forgive You, Lord, I forgive You
    Lord, I forgive You, make me whole
    This music I give You, pain that I live through
    Everything I've been through is Yours to hold
    [Chorus: Vera Hall]
    Oh Lordy, my (Troubles), troubles so hard
    Oh Lord, my (Troubles), troubles so hard
    Don't nobody know my troubles but God
    Don't nobody know my troubles but God
    [Post-Chorus: Vera Hall]
    Troubles so hard, troubles so hard
    Troubles so hard, troubles (So hard)
    I gave up the struggle, and I gave up this trouble
    And I gave up the struggle, and I gave up this trouble
    And I gave up the struggle, and I gave up this trouble
    And I gave up this, gave up this, gave up this, oh
    [Outro: Vera Hall]
    Oh Lordy, my-
    Oh Lordy, my, troubles so hard

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