Insider (Executive / Amputee)

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