Age of Rhyme

You want me to tell you what to do

About what you think you knew

Though you hear it all the time

Lapping up each reworded line

And beliefs always feel true

When proclaimed within a rhyme

How do I convince you

I know what’s true

Just repeat what you already knew

Frame it within a different tune

There is no changing your mind

We’re running out of time

And reality isn’t worth a dime

In this age of rhyme

A pretty face to captivate your eyes

The right set of genitals to feed you lies

And it doesn’t matter if its wrong

Being professed within a song

Wait till they bring out my soap box

You’ll know its real when I’m on top

These aren’t secrets kept in a locked box

Or something to divine from your unseen god

How do I convince you

I know what’s true

Just repeat what you already knew

Colour it a different hue

There is no changing your mind

We’re running out of time

And reality isn’t worth a dime

In this age of rhyme

There is no changing your mind

We’ve already run out of time

And reality isn’t worth a dime

In this age of rhyme