Jam Baxter - Chemical Sweats lyrics

[Verse 1: Jam Baxter] Yeah Personal globular worlds Licorice bridges link pickpocket the pearls that house paupers, Clutching at binoculars burning down borders Bullet-ridden rocks in swirling brown waters The harbingers of doom in a matchstick palace play marbles with their moons Lose tight control to the master in the room As their customised galaxies sparkle on a spoon Safe in the gullet spinning orbs all in order, trowel-sized fireballs orbit in an aura They all called it torture The rat stole the sun with a nine-iron hitting a black hole in one Like tee-off, four Lost in the grand structure Poor guy slit his wrists in the sand bunker Strapped up to shuttles in a flat tundra Trapped under luggage stacked skyward in this gas cluster That hunger straddled the sky and left a tonne of rusty minute hands flapping goodbye The planets collide, tied to the skull of any fool that can spew a gaseous cloud and bring a set of tools A vat of [?], dead swimmers drifting For sale signs nailed into eyeballs, sinking All-hail the conqueror Do the work instead of playing conkers with components of your universe Yeah Collect them all Collect the balls [Hook] Chemical sweats Skeletal legs Ten steps from a desolate mess Teeth carving rocks Gardens growing flea-sized martian gods Yeah, we sat fashioning a pea-sized laughing stock Nevertheless Venomous pests Build stars from their featherless flesh Stand back, let 'em shoot Rip stitching in their pebble-dashed leather suit Worm squirming in their residue [Verse 2: Mowgli] f** this verse