Bass Tuned to Dead

Icy waters flow between us
in the shelf life shock of the morning
I see rivers split to deltas
and then 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 d.e.a.d.

Live volcanos turn to ashes
when their egos turn into spacedust
Teleport me from this vacuum
I've some contraband information

With my bow and my arrow...

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 L.U.V