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