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