Terminal Complete (Ft. Bitter Belief)

[Intro: Bitter Belief]
(Chris Wheeler)
Fuck this shit, man

[Verse 1: Bitter Belief]
Sick of slippin' in this pit of evil
I'm sick of feeling like I'm sick of fickle people
Sick of wishing that I had a missile just to hit 'em with it
Sick of feeling like a villain and wishing killing was legal
I'm sick of being sick of shit
I'm sick of the restrictions and addictions I'm afflicted with
Sick of looking at the fist I used to hit my sister with
Sick of not deserving the forgiveness that my sister gives
I've adopted to shock 'cause I drown deep
I'm sick of watching the clock as I count sheep
Sick of all the options I've got 'cause they sound weak
But I figured that my plot has been lost without sleep
I'm sick of feeling like a bible to an atheist
I'm sick of having dick riders in my radius
Sick of scraping by [?] to my laziness
Or feeling like the designated driver to my craziness, man

[Chorus: Bitter Belief]
I'm sick of the way that I live my life
But it's like I don't learn at all
I'm sick and afraid, so sick that I
Think that it may be terminal
I'm sick of the way that I live my life
But it's like I don't learn at all
I'm sick and afraid, so sick that I
Think that it may be terminal