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A rose at your feet
Remember Greece, remember Rome, remember Germany
No explanation
Just a fork in the road
Release the pressure or set out to explode
Some are driven by blind designs
Some are driven straight out of their minds
By the garbage piling up, by the concrete building up
And it all comes back to the people giving up
On the world out there
Eden is rising
Out of the ashes and the rust
Towers are falling
As the dust returns to dust
Coming out of the jungle
And into the grind
From the nature or the nurture
To habitual mind
From the round and soft
To the hard and the square
I might never arrive
If I'm not already there
Work on the wheel
Dig in the hole
To forget what I feel
Always doing what I'm told
And it all comes back to the people giving up
On the world out there
Eden is rising
Out of the ashes and the rust
Towers are falling
As the dust returns to dust