Icy waters flow between us
In shelf life shock in the morning
I see rivers split to deltas
And trickle into the ocean
With my bow and my arrow
I will aim towards my atlas
And where I hit I'll go
And in my chosen location
I will croon a sorry sermon
And tune my ba** to D.E.A.D.
Ooooh
Live volcanoes turn to craters
When their egos turn into space dust
Teleport me from this vacuum
I've some contraband information
With my bow and my arrow
I will aim towards my atlas
And where I hit I'll go
And in my chosen location
I will croon a sorry sermon
And tune my ba** to D.E.A.D.
Ooooh
La la la la la la
(Just get out of my space!) (X8)
With my bow and my arrow
I will aim towards my atlas
And where I hit I'll go
And in my given location
I will croon a sorry sermon
And tune my ba** to L.U.V.?
Ooooh