The point of view Is that it is pointed at you of which your perspective is askewed They will point to their point of view demand that you start anew Muddy the waters till it looks like a stew murky and obtuse gory and smelling of refuse Lacking scenery the perfect image of destitute. No refuge just excuse one right after another Soon all the words come together Musty dusty and covered in leather it all changes right before your eyes now it looks right because your thruth started to die now your whole life is just a big ole lie That is the whole point of this Your point of view Is pointed at you Now they are all the same Your point of view is a point of view It just isn't the same