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 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 bass to dead

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 bass to dead

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 bass to dead