Insider (Executive / Amputee) - No Trigger

Hanging by the threads and soaking in the squalor

X’s on the walls

Don’t check the living rooms or city halls

Check the freeway

Check the gutter

Check the prison

Check the weather

Then bury the remains at the truck stop

The furnace is roaring bright but their hands are tied

Ten footprints disappear into the night

A train of though derailed and recaptured

Then a rupture results from tiny cracks on the inside

The cities rise and highways lead

A mass of citizens caught in between

Executives and amputees

We’re inside still trapped inside with no way out

It’s a critical mass of younger minds

Taking up space taking up time falling short of projected design

Made up for it in volume size

Can the resource be tapped to re-energize

And fill the gaps inform hold back

Keep the peace or launch the sneak attack

Crushing the world with one hand behind our backs

The cities rise and highways lead

A mass of citizens caught in between

Executives and amputees