"Repeating the Horror"

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