(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.