Chords for Bitter Belief & Complete - Terminal

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[E] _ _ _ [F#] _ [D#] Fuck this shit [C#m] man.
Sick of slipping in this pit of evil.
I'm sick of [G#] feeling like I'm sick of fickle [C#m] people.
Sick of wishing that [A] I had a missile just to hit em [D#] with it.
Sick of feeling like [B] a villain and wishing killing [C#m] was legal.
I'm sick of being sick of shit.
I'm [G#] sick of the restrictions and addictions I'm [C#m] afflicted with.
Sick of looking at the fist I used to hit my sister with.
Sick of not [G#] deserving the forgiveness that my sister gives.
I've [C#m] adopted this shot cause I drowned deep.
I'm sick of [G#] watching the clock as I count [C#m] sheep.
Sick of all the [A] options I've got cause they sound [D#] weak.
But I figured that my [C#] blood has been lost without sleep.
I'm sick of feeling like a bible to an [G#] atheist.
I'm sick of having dick [C#m] biters in my radius.
Sick of scraping [A] pliers and surviving to my [G#] laziness.
I'm feeling like the [C#] designated driver to my [C#m] craziness man.
I'm sick of the way that I [G#] live my life but it's like I don't learn at all.
I'm sick and afraid so [G#] sick that I think that it may be terminal.
[C#m]
I'm sick of the way that I [D#] live my life but it's like I don't learn at [E] all.
I'm sick and afraid so [F#] sick that I think that it [G#] may be terminal.
[C#m]
I'm sick of suffering and suffocating my soul.
[C#] I'm sick of the same substance fucking taking control.
I'm sick of the same judgement [A] stuff it's taking its toll.
[G#m] I'm sick of this shit cause I [C#] was tucked away in a hole.
[C#m] I'm sick of the same variety that keeps me awake.
I'm sick of people [G] thinking sobriety's easy [C#m] as cake.
I'm sick of all these haters saying that complete is a fake.
[D] Saying shit that they'd never say if [G#] they could speak to my face.
I'm [C#] fucking sick.
Sick of getting these cigarettes.
Sick of [G#] wishing that I could quit and when [C#] I envision death.
Sick of skipping dinner [A] to sip some liquor a freaking [G#] mess.
Sick of sitting scribbled in writtens about how I'm sick and [C#] stressed.
I'm sick of incidents I didn't recall.
Cause I was blacked out drunk probably picking [C#m] a brawl.
I'm sick of the booze, sick of the [A] blues, sick of withdrawals.
I'm sick of the rise, [D#] sick of the fall, sick of it all.
I'm [G#] sick of the way that I live my life but it's like I don't learn at [C#m] all.
I'm sick and afraid, so sick that [F#] I think [G#] that it may be terminal.
[C#m]
I'm sick of the way that I live [D#] my life but it's like I don't learn at all.
[E]
I'm sick and afraid, so sick that [F#m] I think that it may [D#] be terminal. _ _
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