The Truth - Kae Tempest, Micachu

It’s all relative, right?

One thought, many thinkers

One flame, many cinders

One view, many windows

Love in a time without sacrifice

We want what we want

And what’s more, we deserve it

We run around panicking

Nervous, thinking

Could this be the one?

Man, they’re perfect

Couple years later

You’re chained to the circuit

Breaking them down

As if you’re determined to waste what you’ve found

But what’s true about you?

Is it the things that you claim to be true

Or is it deeper?

Lurking in places that you

Don’t dare to journey to

Faced with a new

Way of seeing it

Are you the type to accept

Or the type to clench fists and reject?

Whose truth even counts?

Is it the person who doubts

What a person proclaims they’re about?

Whose version is perfect?

Is there a truth that exists

Outside of perception?

This is the question

It’s true if you believe it

The world is the world

But it’s all how you see it

One man’s flash of lightning ripping through the air

Is another’s passing glare, its hardly there

Two people

One thinks Two’s deceitful

Two thinks One’s plain evil

One loved Two so much it was like worship

Two thought One was perfect

One said to Two

‘I'm awful, trust me

You’re so pure that you should not touch me.'

Two said

‘I don’t care, I love you

I can’t wait to know you.'

One said

‘I'm scared, I will show you

The bad side that I don’t like.'

Two said

‘Be yourself and I will be myself

We don’t need no one else

With their opinions

The past is gone, let’s move on

Make present.'

Two said

‘Ok, you’re the best.'

Well, you know the rest —

It all went sour

And now Two thinks One is mad for power

One thinks Two tried to devour

Everything that made One One

But Two thinks One got Two too wrong

So if there’s one truth that lasts forever

Can two truths ever exist together?

If One loves Two but Two don’t love

Whose truth is true and is truth enough?

In the back of the cab

The girls look at each other, like

‘What the fuck was that?'

‘I thought it was that In Da Club one.'

‘I don’t know,' says the driver, ‘I never liked rap.'

‘Well, can’t you put it on Magic then

Or something like that?'