This day and age
Much emphasis is placed
On our words
On the things we choose to say
As word by word we edit and erase
As one by one we give our words away

No matter where you look there is an eye
No matter where you turn there is an ear
The Internet remembers what you say
It fills us all with so much hope and fear

It watches us, this thing without a face
A million faces, frightful chimaera
Divides us by our age, our ***, our race
As if that could make the picture clearer

Now that our ghosts are made of ones and aughts
Do we remember who we were before
We gave the aether all our half baked thoughts
The ghosts that we will be remembered for