Bass Tuned To D.E.A.D.

Icy waters flow between us
In the shelf life shock in the morning
I see rivers split to deltas
And trickle into the oceanWith my bow and my arrow
I will aim towards my atlas
And where I hit, I'll goAnd in my chosen location
I will croon a sorry sermon
And tune my bass to deadLive volcanoes turn to craters
When their egos turn into spacedust
Teleport me from this vacuum
I've some contraband informationWith my bow and my arrow
I will aim towards my atlas
And where I hit, I'll goAnd in my chosen location
I will croon a sorry sermon
And tune my bass to deadWith my bow and my arrow
I will aim towards my atlas
And where I hit, I'll goAnd in my given location
I will croon a sorry sermon
And tune my bass to dead