[00:00.88]Project Hibernation - Cronian
[00:01.54]Written by：Cronian
[00:49.99]As soon as we held sceince key
[00:55.25]Our thinking became infected
[01:01.25]We tried to reclaim to cronian sea
[01:07.31]Like infinitely wise we acted
[01:14.00]But the sea conquered our toil
[01:19.07]Still we knew it all
[01:25.24]With egos firm as frozen soil
[01:31.29]Our mastery began the poles fall
[01:37.22]Like a dying season we fell asleep
[01:43.08]Our sensibility desisted to grow
[01:49.50]The pit of stupudity seems ocean deep
[01:55.18]As we still bury our heads in the snow
[02:50.02]We have to handle preparation before we summon erudition
[03:01.58]Otherwise the world's like glaze
[03:13.11]Transparent but a slippery derision
[03:32.58]That covers the earthly maze
[03:35.44]And we're lost in haze
[04:02.77]Alarm alert wake up from your unconscious
[04:08.77]Adjust your soul to this colure's frequency
[04:14.74]We need a cessation of failing nunscious
[04:20.01]And hibernation is a way to consult modesty
[04:26.78]As the barren lands becomes grime
[04:32.38]The biomes suffer by our torment
[04:38.32]Cause we are insulated by time
[04:44.14]Result awake but dormant
[04:50.09]Like a dying season we fell asleep
[04:55.72]Our sensibility desisted to grow
[05:02.19]The pit of stupudity seems ocean deep
[05:07.91]As we still bury our heads in the snow
[05:26.81]We need maturation of our capacity
[05:33.98]Hibernation is a way to consult modesty