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.