Some difficult questions How are you supposed to live up to your dreams Being true to your vision? How are you supposed to be true to your family When it's not the dream they be feelin How are sons and grandsons supposed to get wise following in the footsteps of the rappers they idolize How are all of you and all of me going to continue When the inkwell dries up How are you going to listen when I need you to listen When you need to be free How are the famous and fascinating ones among us Going to accept me as one of their own How are my friends going to feel when interviewers Accost them about me when they leave their home How is the Benz going to hold up against these constant scuffles From fans shifting their weight their left shoe to their right one The panther stares at you She stares into you She stares almost right through you But no, to her you're there Won't pass so easily by The painful stare Which is beautiful for it's pain But if it makes you ashamed The sign of the cross is tumbling With a millisecond scale Rotational coefficient As a slow tumbler It was an efficient relaxer Too efficient sometimes To yield usable data It's my stories stayed the Test unlocked In Tesla time And so life is not pure truth And so life is not truth pure And I am singing my good song To the song of a little girl On the morning I forgot my Powerpoint presentation And sang along to the song about science Somebody had written With their instrumental music And images of guitars crashing to drown Just singing the first words that I found At the top of my lungs Running around so they could ignore me And so life is not pure truth And so life is not truth pure It was all because I had forgotten to practice And to put a date and time On my presentation And to change it at all Since the last group meeting we had When I gave an apologetic research update I was dressed to impress Skilled to build Miles drive high Miles drive West Don't let me get in the car when I get depressed But help me with another chance at sitting In auditing your doses I was taking my young enthusiastic audience member Around the function hall with me Shaking and dancing with him And he was asking Who was it made this music you're using And I said, I don't know, but from the sound of it they're cool At least I hope they are because this is Copyright infringement * This remind's me of the dream from moments before When Brad and Mike came knocking On what was mostly my apartment's door And a third character, Mind projection of mine, was with them And I was trying to explain to him About the man I knew he had dreamed about last night Not in a sexual or particularly friendly way I was so quick to tell him Not to misunderstand me And Mike came and listened to my song That ended like one by Steve Morrissey And so life is not pure truth And so life is not truth pure Thank goodness both of them were listening then There was a look on his face made me know he was a friend Even in my music not something I had to hide And keep for myself only deep inside I was lucky too that Seamus and Josh had arrived And Nap Eyes could begin to practice At our recording session Which is about when I drifted to The morning of the function room And my unprepared presentation The speaker called my name out "There's another Nigel" I told my neighbour and not The speaker with a grin He's the one in the fix That you think I'm in But you know He's prepared for it And so life is not pure truth And so life is not truth pure