Insomnia Chords by Ren
Tempo:
54.65 bpm
Chords used:
Em
Am
C
E
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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What is it all for?
I've asked myself that question so many [Em] times now it's become more worn than my Reebok classics.
I'm a slave to frivolous [Am] habits.
Of introspection without any destination, ruminating thoughts [Em] in constant rotation.
Is this what it means to be conscious?
To constantly question [E] our conscious?
Despondently fall on [C] my back horizontally, under my bed there are [E] monsters.
That visit me when I try to sleep.
They're those thoughts that play on [Am] repeat.
They say, Ren, [C] you're always gonna suffer, [Em] Ren.
You're [Am] always gonna suffer.
And I boomerang between optimism and [C] pessimism so much that my sanctuary could be a [Em] prison.
What blinds me could give me vision.
And what finds me is this [Am] indecision of what to do with these questions.
[C] Is there [Em] purpose?
Is there God?
And if there is God, [A] then God why [Cm] do I feel like this, [E] God?
Are we not sculpted in your [A] image?
And if so, do you feel that pain?
[C] Unrelinquishing pain, like my brain got [E] put under a Bunsen burner and torched until the membranes became flamed.
I hate not [Am] sleeping.
I like the weekend because other [B] people don't sleep either.
Mindless TV [E] shows irritate me but they're my messiah because I can become brain dead, wasted, lost in [A] trails of dry saliva.
But I'm a [C] survivor, a child of destiny.
But this night has [Em] been testing me, questioning the mess that's progressing, undressing me, stripping [Am] me naked and stuffing the stress in me.
I used to use drinking as a way to stop thinking and my problems with drinking made me feel like I [Em] was sinking.
So I dried up my drinking and I couldn't sleep.
A winking now I'm thinking, now I'm thinking, now I'm thinking, now [Am] I'm thinking about nothing.
[C] Fucking nothing and everything [E] and nothing.
I hate not [Am] sleeping.
So I lie here, trying to count sheep and their bleating's repeating.
My bleeding heart is beating and beating, eating my sleep.
It's depleting, pleading for [Em] healing, it's fleeting, longing for sleep.
It's so deep, it's peaking, I weep in these sheets.
It's doubling, doubling, each other, it's ugly, bleak, it's so [Am] bleak, it's so bleak.
And I, toss [C] my mind, on [Em] a line.
I hate not sleeping.
I hate not [Am] sleeping.
[C] [Em] [Am] [C] [Em]
I've asked myself that question so many [Em] times now it's become more worn than my Reebok classics.
I'm a slave to frivolous [Am] habits.
Of introspection without any destination, ruminating thoughts [Em] in constant rotation.
Is this what it means to be conscious?
To constantly question [E] our conscious?
Despondently fall on [C] my back horizontally, under my bed there are [E] monsters.
That visit me when I try to sleep.
They're those thoughts that play on [Am] repeat.
They say, Ren, [C] you're always gonna suffer, [Em] Ren.
You're [Am] always gonna suffer.
And I boomerang between optimism and [C] pessimism so much that my sanctuary could be a [Em] prison.
What blinds me could give me vision.
And what finds me is this [Am] indecision of what to do with these questions.
[C] Is there [Em] purpose?
Is there God?
And if there is God, [A] then God why [Cm] do I feel like this, [E] God?
Are we not sculpted in your [A] image?
And if so, do you feel that pain?
[C] Unrelinquishing pain, like my brain got [E] put under a Bunsen burner and torched until the membranes became flamed.
I hate not [Am] sleeping.
I like the weekend because other [B] people don't sleep either.
Mindless TV [E] shows irritate me but they're my messiah because I can become brain dead, wasted, lost in [A] trails of dry saliva.
But I'm a [C] survivor, a child of destiny.
But this night has [Em] been testing me, questioning the mess that's progressing, undressing me, stripping [Am] me naked and stuffing the stress in me.
I used to use drinking as a way to stop thinking and my problems with drinking made me feel like I [Em] was sinking.
So I dried up my drinking and I couldn't sleep.
A winking now I'm thinking, now I'm thinking, now I'm thinking, now [Am] I'm thinking about nothing.
[C] Fucking nothing and everything [E] and nothing.
I hate not [Am] sleeping.
So I lie here, trying to count sheep and their bleating's repeating.
My bleeding heart is beating and beating, eating my sleep.
It's depleting, pleading for [Em] healing, it's fleeting, longing for sleep.
It's so deep, it's peaking, I weep in these sheets.
It's doubling, doubling, each other, it's ugly, bleak, it's so [Am] bleak, it's so bleak.
And I, toss [C] my mind, on [Em] a line.
I hate not sleeping.
I hate not [Am] sleeping.
[C] [Em] [Am] [C] [Em]
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What is it all for?
I've asked myself that question so many [Em] times now it's become more worn than my Reebok classics.
I'm a slave to frivolous [Am] habits.
Of introspection without any destination, ruminating thoughts [Em] in constant rotation.
Is this what it means to be conscious?
To constantly question [E] our conscious?
Despondently fall on [C] my back horizontally, under my bed there are [E] monsters.
That visit me when I try to sleep.
They're those thoughts that play on [Am] repeat.
They say, Ren, [C] you're always gonna suffer, [Em] Ren.
You're [Am] always gonna suffer.
And I boomerang between optimism and [C] pessimism so much that my sanctuary could be a [Em] prison.
What blinds me could give me vision.
And what finds me is this [Am] indecision of what to do with these questions.
[C] Is there [Em] purpose?
Is there God?
And if there is God, [A] then God why [Cm] do I feel like this, [E] God?
Are we not sculpted in your [A] image?
And if so, do you feel that pain?
[C] Unrelinquishing pain, like my brain got [E] put under a Bunsen burner and torched until the membranes became flamed.
I hate not [Am] sleeping.
I like the weekend because other [B] people don't sleep either.
Mindless TV [E] shows irritate me but they're my messiah because I can become brain dead, wasted, lost in [A] trails of dry saliva.
But I'm a [C] survivor, a child of destiny.
But this night has [Em] been testing me, questioning the mess that's progressing, undressing me, stripping [Am] me naked and stuffing the stress in me.
I used to use drinking as a way to stop thinking and my problems with drinking made me feel like I [Em] was sinking.
So I dried up my drinking and I couldn't sleep.
A winking now I'm thinking, now I'm thinking, now I'm thinking, now [Am] I'm thinking about nothing.
[C] Fucking nothing and everything [E] and nothing.
I hate not [Am] sleeping.
So I lie here, trying to count sheep and their bleating's repeating.
My bleeding heart is beating and beating, eating my sleep.
It's depleting, pleading for [Em] healing, it's fleeting, longing for sleep.
It's so deep, it's peaking, I weep in these sheets.
It's doubling, doubling, each other, it's ugly, bleak, it's so [Am] bleak, it's so bleak.
And I, toss [C] my mind, on [Em] a line.
I hate not sleeping.
I hate not [Am] sleeping.
_ [C] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [C] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
I've asked myself that question so many [Em] times now it's become more worn than my Reebok classics.
I'm a slave to frivolous [Am] habits.
Of introspection without any destination, ruminating thoughts [Em] in constant rotation.
Is this what it means to be conscious?
To constantly question [E] our conscious?
Despondently fall on [C] my back horizontally, under my bed there are [E] monsters.
That visit me when I try to sleep.
They're those thoughts that play on [Am] repeat.
They say, Ren, [C] you're always gonna suffer, [Em] Ren.
You're [Am] always gonna suffer.
And I boomerang between optimism and [C] pessimism so much that my sanctuary could be a [Em] prison.
What blinds me could give me vision.
And what finds me is this [Am] indecision of what to do with these questions.
[C] Is there [Em] purpose?
Is there God?
And if there is God, [A] then God why [Cm] do I feel like this, [E] God?
Are we not sculpted in your [A] image?
And if so, do you feel that pain?
[C] Unrelinquishing pain, like my brain got [E] put under a Bunsen burner and torched until the membranes became flamed.
I hate not [Am] sleeping.
I like the weekend because other [B] people don't sleep either.
Mindless TV [E] shows irritate me but they're my messiah because I can become brain dead, wasted, lost in [A] trails of dry saliva.
But I'm a [C] survivor, a child of destiny.
But this night has [Em] been testing me, questioning the mess that's progressing, undressing me, stripping [Am] me naked and stuffing the stress in me.
I used to use drinking as a way to stop thinking and my problems with drinking made me feel like I [Em] was sinking.
So I dried up my drinking and I couldn't sleep.
A winking now I'm thinking, now I'm thinking, now I'm thinking, now [Am] I'm thinking about nothing.
[C] Fucking nothing and everything [E] and nothing.
I hate not [Am] sleeping.
So I lie here, trying to count sheep and their bleating's repeating.
My bleeding heart is beating and beating, eating my sleep.
It's depleting, pleading for [Em] healing, it's fleeting, longing for sleep.
It's so deep, it's peaking, I weep in these sheets.
It's doubling, doubling, each other, it's ugly, bleak, it's so [Am] bleak, it's so bleak.
And I, toss [C] my mind, on [Em] a line.
I hate not sleeping.
I hate not [Am] sleeping.
_ [C] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [C] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
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