Mushroom Clouds

This is how the world ends, Not with a bang but with a bloom. A silent invasion, A slow, creeping doom. The fungi rise, Their spores spreading like smoke. They blanket the land, And choke out the choke. The trees fall, The buildings crumble. The world is consumed, By a silent rumble. This is how the world ends, Not with a bang but a fungal shroud, A silent apocalypse, With a mushroom cloud. The buildings crumble. The world is consumed, By a silent rumble. [Melancholy] [Refrain] This is how the world ends, Not with a bang but a fungal shroud, A silent apocalypse, [Fade to End] With a mushroom cloud.