Our greed had gone too far
So by some act of fate
With a banshee's groan
The tower collapsed and sweet death spilled forth
The slow rush of inevitable disaster
A crawling mass
Consuming and suffocating
Trees uprooted
Our strongest towers toppled
Overwhelming in a tidal wave of childhood dreams
Everything I had to give is now
Lost in the flood
The enchantment of being entombed
By a sweet embrace
Is too hard to resist
Caught up in rapture
None can turn away
Then it's upon you
Now a writhing mass of syrup and the dying
A piece of cake, you'd say
Such a thing could be outrun
It keeps holding on
It keeps holding on
It keeps ahold
It's everything we are
It has my legs
But it will never have
The love I share with you
It's otherworldly
Some alien presence
Has chosen its time
To feast
Everything I had to give is now
Lost in the flood
The enchantment of being entombed
By a sweet embrace
Is too hard to resist
It feeds on all our fears and passions