Repeating the Horror - Sepultura

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