Chemical Sweats

[Verse 1: Jam Baxter]
Yeah
Personal globular worlds
Licorice bridges link pickpocketed pearls that house paupers, Clutching 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, fore
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
In a vat of fuel boiling, 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, Jam Baxter & Mowgli]
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 nettle soup
Burnt worms squirming in their residue

[Verse 2: Mowgli]
He was weak yang water ox
Light trapped in matter, fine angled gamma
Never said more than chopsticks could hold
Gnostic mosh pit eyes on his postulates
'Maybe we all oscillators
And these orbs modulate us', he thought
Every brain cell's a nebular, glands secrete planets
Hands that feed the galaxies gannets
Hands to feet and clutches toes, fractal meat on a spongy bone
Reach for the adrenochrome and talk with the chameleons
He talk they listen, he speak, but know no words
He thought they chicken, but fish in sea know no birds
Not for all the saucers of Ezekiel
Trumpets of Jericho, felt God's thumb prick in stereo mix
Binaural archipelago hits, fallen star chart arpeggio
Wait till his chi make the candle go Mandelbrot
Canned horn of antelope
Meteor pistachio chips
Triangulum Queen Cassiopeia
Orbital Orbisons, Tauruses in the slumber chair
Ionosphere, apex of the numbers square
Painting a comet as a conker-cum-plane
As the honky tonk plays
In atomic Feng Shui
Algebraic eight legged astral aphids
Flung his astronaut jacket to catch the railing
Anti-grav galactic aquaplaning

[Hook, Jam Baxter & Mowgli]
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 nettle soup
Burnt worms squirming in their residue