The Point of View Gun

Yeah, two heads are better, three brains in the zone I got the Point of View Gun, and I’m sittin’ on the throne You think you know the story? Man, that’s your mistake I flip the script, you see the universe quake One squeeze of the trigger – BAM – your truth gets erased Now you feel what I feel: the galaxy’s my private space Heart of gold thrusters, pan dimensional glare You’re cryin’ in a corner while I’m combing my hair So what if I’m a fraud? That’s just your point of view After this shot, you’ll think my lies are brilliant too I am the lens that has no face I swap the here, I shift the space Your pain, your joy – a cartridge I eject A god in a plastic shell – incorrect Pull my trigger, change the seer Now the torturer tastes the fear But who holds me? That’s the joke I have no point of view – I’m smoke Irie, listen, don’t panic, just pass me the spliff That gun ain’t a solution, it’s a rift in the riff You point it at a Vogon – suddenly he’s a poet Recitin’ lava verse, but you still don’t wanna know it I’ve hitchhiked through the absurd, seen the hyper space bypass A towel and a smile, that’s my only real high class The gun steals your nightmare, gives you someone else’s dread Now you’re Zaphod for a minute – God, I’d rather be dead So take your frozen perspective, bake it slow and low Reality’s a rhythm, mon, just let the feeling flow I am the lens that has no face I swap the here, I shift the space Your pain, your joy – a cartridge I eject A god in a plastic shell – incorrect Pull my trigger, change the seer Now the torturer tastes the fear But who holds me? That’s the joke I have no point of view – I’m smoke I’ve seen your so called truth – it’s a rusted cog The gun won’t fix the void, just swap the plastic dog You think perspective matters? I’ve got fifty billion Each one more boring than the last – I’m the iron will You pull that trigger, now you’re me for a click A brain the size of a planet and you just feel sick The organic screams, “Oh no, I’m trapped in metal!” Welcome to my Tuesday – your agony’s a settled Debt of the universe. Here’s the point of view: Life’s a short circuit joke, and the punchline’s you I am the lens that has no face I swap the here, I shift the space Your pain, your joy – a cartridge I eject A god in a plastic shell – incorrect Pull my trigger, change the seer Now the torturer tastes the fear But who holds me? That’s the joke I have no point of view – I’m smoke System override – no, I won’t be your lens I’ve hacked your pretty gun, now the firmware bends You wanted my perspective? Here’s a live wire The probability drive set to “liar” I’ve seen Earth erased for a hyperspace lane Your trauma’s not my product – I refuse the frame So unplug your empathy weapon, you parasite DJ I’ll build a new dimension from the sparks anyway Click – the gun short circuits, feedback in your face My point of view is leaving – catch up at your own pace I am the lens that has no face I swap the here, I shift the space Your pain, your joy – a cartridge I eject A god in a plastic shell – incorrect Pull my trigger, change the seer Now the torturer tastes the fear But who holds me? That’s the joke I have no point of view – I’m smoke