" I thought, therefore I was
A man-machine with chrome hands holding plans to expand the scene
With eyes wide shut, I wasn't surprised to find this mind of mine behind the mask of time
Crushed glass altered the path on which
Bare feet would skate, foiling all attempts to escape hell
Due to sliced soles, I left blood trails for land sharks to follow
Easing the pain with capsules to swallow
Resting on civilization's peak, tasting the climate
Creating a ladder, attach it to weather patterns and climb it
Shattered the sunlight, scattered in the nights so the sky can't find it
Now how's that for a game of hide-and-seek?
My body walks, but my mind's asleep
So when I dream I think
Therefore, reality is surreal, and destiny's a fantasy
Fate is an illusion, when life becomes a canopy
When poems occupy catacombs on display for clones who fell prey
To delay on microphones, into each page of text, my heart is sewn
So when the seed is planted and domes the harvest alone
Is an interpretation of excellence
Where pesticides abide to ward off the weeds from gardens of negligence
The sharpness of rhymes stabs pin til it bleeds
Drenching the paper that clothes each body, the souls
When the sun hides in the folds of the horizon
You'll notice three celestial silhouettes standing on the seas, crying"

illogic "time capsule"