[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
[Verse 2: Complete]
I'm sick of suffering and suffocating my soul
I'm sick of the same substance fucking taking control
I'm sick of the same judgement stuff, it's taking its toll
I'm sick of this shit, wish I was tucked away in a hole
I'm sick of this anxiety that keeps me awake
I'm sick of people thinking sobriety's easy as cake
I'm sick of all these haters saying that Complete is a fake
Saying shit that they'd never say if they could speak to my face
I'm fucking sick, sick of getting these cigarettes
Sick of wishing that I could quit 'em when I envision death
Sick of skipping dinner to sip some liqueur, a fricken' mess
Sick of sitting scribbling written's 'bout how I'm sick and stressed
I'm sick of incidents I didn't recall
'Cause I was blacked out drunk probably picking a brawl
I'm sick of the booze, sick of the blues, sick of withdrawals
I'm sick of the rise, sick of the fall, sick of it all, I'm sick of it all

[Chorus: Complete]
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