And in my chosen location
And where I hit, I'll go
Live volcanoes turn to craters
I will croon a sorry sermon
When their egos turn into spacedust
I will croon a sorry sermon
And trickle into the ocean
Teleport me from this vacuum
And where I hit, I'll go
And tune my bass to dead
And in my chosen location
With my bow and my arrow
And in my given location
With my bow and my arrow
I will aim towards my atlas
I've some contraband information
And tune my bass to dead
I will croon a sorry sermon
With my bow and my arrow
And where I hit, I'll go
I see rivers split to deltas
I will aim towards my atlas
I will aim towards my atlas
