Blades

their ears are the epitaph to this digital tombstone it's 
only
a matter of time before we know everyone and have seen
everything we all carry weapons of deception blades of 
treason
one in our hands one in our backs i cannot hear a word they
 are
saying i flash a plastic smile in their faces again i 
remember laughing to me they're dead insincerity was the 
first to go laid to rest this blade is mine.