Suffering from a disease 
The morbid symptoms aren't indentifiable 
Physicians, they disagree 
Fighting it is thus impossible 

Vainly you wait for a cure 
But there's pain you have to endure 
We don't have to add you to the dead 
Leave your faith in science's hands 
Research might lead to your salvation 
While you're in a state of suspended animation 

After the anesthesia  [bad word] pure nitrogen 
In many degrees below zero 
An ice-bound human being 
Can they disabuse of him 
His yet unknown disease? 
Then maybe in the future 
the machines will stop to freeze 

The blood is no longer liquid 
No palpitations of the heart 
Stone cold hardened intestines 
There will never be a new start 

Ages wait for a cure 
No more pain they have to endure 
They added themselves to the dead 
Left their faith in science's hands 
Forever frozen is their destination 
In a state of suspended animation