Repeating the Horror کے بول

What is this sickness that sit's there down inside Walking in bullshit, nothing seens quite right I want redemption! Standing still, open doors Feeling pain, can not move Feeling scared, standing still Better start something, better then nothing, can't go on seeing, all of these horrors Eye's wide open can't keep the shut, from this horrer of the shame Can feel the pain, lifes fucked up, when we witness our horrers Real close up Better start something, better then nothing Can't go on seeing, all of these horrers