As soon as we held sceince key Our thinking became infected We tried to reclaim to cronian sea Like infinitely wise we acted But the sea conquered our toil Still we knew it all With egos firm as frozen soil Our mastery began the poles fall Like a dying season we fell asleep Our sensibility desisted to grow The pit of stupudity seems ocean deep As we still bury our heads in the snow We have to handle preparation before we summon erudition Otherwise wthe world's like glaze Transparent, but a slippery derision That covers the earthly maze And we're lost in haze Alarm! Alert! Wake up from your (un)conscious Adjust your soul to this colure's frequency We need a cessation of failing nunscious And hibernation is a way to consult modesty As the barren lands becomes grime The biomes suffer by our torment Cause we are insulated by time Result: awake but dormant Like a dying season we fell asleep Our sensibility desisted to grow The pit of stupudity seems ocean deep As we still bury our heads in the snow We need maturation of our capacity Hibernation is a way to consult modesty