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 spacedust 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