Decompression Sickness of the Soul

I loaded my pistol and I aimed it high
I shot the man in the moon right between the eyes
Now the waves come crashing to the earth like meteorites
And tonight I'm swimming with the satellites

The reflection of the stars on the surface of the sky
Lure the big fish up from the depths tonight
Sucked into the vacuum of a deep space rip tide
Baby, I’m swimming with the satellites

I think I got the bends. I feel the warping of my bones
All the bubbles in my blood
Mounting pressure until I explode
I step into the bathysphere
Time slows to a crawl
As I approach the threshold of a black hole

I kissed one bullet and I loaded it into my gun
I closed one eye and I aimed and I blew up the sun
Now the waves are crashing to the earth like meteorites
And tonight we're swimming with the satellites