Epistemology in the age of Trump.
All that you say, every lie you tell me’s
Just put on for show
Nothing is true, now I have lost my faith in
Everything we know
Almanacs and dictionaries
Had to be let go
They’re just as false as
Everything we know
In the libraries
There are no more books
Upon the shelf
Just “The Song of Myself.”
Stories we hear on television
And the radio
We know they’re all just as untrue as
Everything we know
Someday perhaps
Our faith will regrow
And we can believe in
Everything we know
We’ll retrieve
what we believe in
Everything we know
All that you say, every lie you tell me’s
Just put on for show
Nothing is true, now I have lost my faith in
Everything we know
Almanacs and dictionaries
Had to be let go
They’re just as false as
Everything we know
In the libraries
There are no more books
Upon the shelf
Just “The Song of Myself.”
Stories we hear on television
And the radio
We know they’re all just as untrue as
Everything we know
Someday perhaps
Our faith will regrow
And we can believe in
Everything we know
We’ll retrieve
what we believe in
Everything we know
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