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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