(Verse 1)
Slumber of the weak inactivity,
Seasons pa**in' by in my dormancy,
Life's fading silently,
Trapped inside the core of pain. Winter comes and goes everlastingly
And I see this world unacceptable,
Cold immobility,
(I'm) Waiting out the storm of hate. (Chorus)
I see the world of this kind,
Creates disorder in my mind,
With so much hate I'll go insane,
I'll go insane . . .
Go insane . . . (Verse 2)
Running from the stress of this modern life,
(It's) Quite in the house, but so meaningless,
Cold inactivity,
(I'm) Waiting out the storm of hate.