Open Door Illogic & Blockhead

[Sample from the movie "Crash"]
"It's the sense of touch. Any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass"

[Illogic]
Syncopated censorship. Alive in every handshake
Divided by, the hunger strike of, generational curse
Lucid memories mangled to mush
A childhood that misplaced it's innocence somewhere in four years old
The birth of a requiem, elevated beyond demographic cycle systems

When egos fall, victim to the orthodox they
Crab walk in single file
Megalomania masquerades as, open hands and, unfolded plans
Omni-presence, penetrates the populous with

Fly paper, origami attraction, divide and conquer reflection
Devine delusion direction
See, I've been placed here to conjure a sacrifice for the price of a rainbow

Tangible tomorrow, while today is only a dream
Fashionably late to elevate cynicism to its pedestal
But I won't rest until the empire, sits at it's proper place

The dialogue of a ghost town
Bleeds through every speaker box, and shock isn't the word for it
When these egos fall in the forest they won't make a sound, but
I'll be around