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 ba*s 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 ba*s 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 ba*s to dead