As soon as we held science key Our thinking became infected We tried to reclaim the 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 stupidity seems ocean deep As we still bury our heads in the snow
We have to handle preparation before we summon erudition Otherwise the 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 stupidity seems ocean deep As we still bury our heads in the snow
We need maturation of our capacity Hibernation is a way to consult modestyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
