Chemical Sweats
๐ต 2596 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:21 duration
๐ ID: 30512203
๐ Lyrics
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 the customised galaxies sparkle on a spoon
Safe in the gullet, spinning orbs all in order
Trial-sized fireballs orbit in an aura
They all called it torture
The rat stole his son 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 a sand bunker
Strapped up to shuttles in a flat tundra
Trapped under luggage stacked skyward in his gas cluster
That hunger straddled the skies
And left a ton of rusty minute hands flapping goodbye
The planets collide
Tied to the skull of any fool
That can spew a gaseous cloud and brung a set of tools
And 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
[Hook: Jam Baxter & (Akala)
Yeah, collect 'em all
Collectables
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 built stars from their featherless flesh
Stand back let 'em shoot
(Rip stitching in the pebble dash nettle soup)
Burnt worms squirming in the residue
He was weak gang water ox
Light trapped in matter
Fine angle gamma
Never said more than chopsticks could hold
Gnostic mosh pit eyes on his pustulas
Maybe we all oscillators and these orbs modulate us
He thought every brain cell's a nebula
Glands secrete planets
Hands that feed the galaxy's ganis
Hands to feet and clutch his 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 through the sources of Ezekiel
Trumpets of Jericho
Felt God's thumb prick in stereo mix
Binaural archipelago hits
Falling star chart arpeggio
Wait till his key make the candle go
Mandelbrot
Canned horn of antelope
Meteor pistachio chips
Triangulum
Queen Cassiopeia
Orbital Orbison
Tauruses in his slumber chair
Ionosphere apex to the number square
Painting the comet as the conqueror come plain
As the honky tonk plays an atomic feng shui
Algebraic eight-legged astral aphids
Flung his astronaut jacket to catch the railing
Anti-grav galactic aquaplaning
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 the customised galaxies sparkle on a spoon
Safe in the gullet, spinning orbs all in order
Trial-sized fireballs orbit in an aura
They all called it torture
The rat stole his son 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 a sand bunker
Strapped up to shuttles in a flat tundra
Trapped under luggage stacked skyward in his gas cluster
That hunger straddled the skies
And left a ton of rusty minute hands flapping goodbye
The planets collide
Tied to the skull of any fool
That can spew a gaseous cloud and brung a set of tools
And 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
[Hook: Jam Baxter & (Akala)
Yeah, collect 'em all
Collectables
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 built stars from their featherless flesh
Stand back let 'em shoot
(Rip stitching in the pebble dash nettle soup)
Burnt worms squirming in the residue
He was weak gang water ox
Light trapped in matter
Fine angle gamma
Never said more than chopsticks could hold
Gnostic mosh pit eyes on his pustulas
Maybe we all oscillators and these orbs modulate us
He thought every brain cell's a nebula
Glands secrete planets
Hands that feed the galaxy's ganis
Hands to feet and clutch his 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 through the sources of Ezekiel
Trumpets of Jericho
Felt God's thumb prick in stereo mix
Binaural archipelago hits
Falling star chart arpeggio
Wait till his key make the candle go
Mandelbrot
Canned horn of antelope
Meteor pistachio chips
Triangulum
Queen Cassiopeia
Orbital Orbison
Tauruses in his slumber chair
Ionosphere apex to the number square
Painting the comet as the conqueror come plain
As the honky tonk plays an atomic feng shui
Algebraic eight-legged astral aphids
Flung his astronaut jacket to catch the railing
Anti-grav galactic aquaplaning
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:42.60] Personal globular worlds
[00:44.36] Licorice bridges link pickpocketed pearls that house paupers
[00:47.89] Clutching binoculars burning down borders
[00:50.47] Bullet-ridden rocks in swirling brown waters
[00:53.59] The harbingers of doom
[00:54.74] In a matchstick palace play marbles with their moons
[00:57.50] Lose tight control to the master in the room
[00:59.91] As the customised galaxies sparkle on a spoon
[01:02.89] Safe in the gullet, spinning orbs all in order
[01:05.41] Trial-sized fireballs orbit in an aura
[01:07.82] They all called it torture
[01:09.20] The rat stole his son with a nine-iron
[01:11.33] Hitting a black hole in one like tee off
[01:13.95] Fore!
[01:14.50] Lost in the grand structure
[01:16.22] Poor guy slit his wrists in a sand bunker
[01:19.12] Strapped up to shuttles in a flat tundra
[01:21.06] Trapped under luggage stacked skyward in his gas cluster
[01:24.42] That hunger straddled the skies
[01:25.96] And left a ton of rusty minute hands flapping goodbye
[01:28.50] The planets collide
[01:29.69] Tied to the skull of any fool
[01:31.35] That can spew a gaseous cloud and brung a set of tools
[01:33.98] And a vat of fuel boiling
[01:35.49] Dead swimmers drifting
[01:36.55] For sale signs nailed into eyeballs sinking
[01:39.34] All hail the conqueror
[01:41.14] Do the work instead of playing conkers
[01:42.94] With components of your universe
[01:45.44] [Hook: Jam Baxter & (Akala)
[01:46.98] Yeah, collect 'em all
[01:51.64] Collectables
[01:55.11] Chemical sweats, skeletal legs
[01:57.27] Ten steps from a desolate mess
[01:59.22] Teeth carving rocks
[02:00.42] (Gardens growing flea-sized Martian gods)
[02:02.74] Yeah we sat fashioning a pea-sized laughing stock
[02:05.66] Nevertheless, venomous pests built stars from their featherless flesh
[02:09.67] Stand back let 'em shoot
[02:10.89] (Rip stitching in the pebble dash nettle soup)
[02:13.28] Burnt worms squirming in the residue
[02:15.22] He was weak gang water ox
[02:17.22] Light trapped in matter
[02:18.58] Fine angle gamma
[02:19.99] Never said more than chopsticks could hold
[02:22.00] Gnostic mosh pit eyes on his pustulas
[02:24.40] Maybe we all oscillators and these orbs modulate us
[02:27.36] He thought every brain cell's a nebula
[02:29.53] Glands secrete planets
[02:30.96] Hands that feed the galaxy's ganis
[02:32.82] Hands to feet and clutch his toes
[02:34.55] Fractal meat on a spongy bone
[02:36.15] Reach for the adrenochrome and talk with the chameleons
[02:38.68] He talk, they listen
[02:39.67] He speak but know no words
[02:41.16] He thought they chicken but fish in sea know no birds
[02:44.07] Not through the sources of Ezekiel
[02:45.96] Trumpets of Jericho
[02:47.32] Felt God's thumb prick in stereo mix
[02:49.51] Binaural archipelago hits
[02:51.45] Falling star chart arpeggio
[02:53.24] Wait till his key make the candle go
[02:54.98] Mandelbrot
[02:55.65] Canned horn of antelope
[02:57.09] Meteor pistachio chips
[02:58.82] Triangulum
[02:59.58] Queen Cassiopeia
[03:01.03] Orbital Orbison
[03:02.08] Tauruses in his slumber chair
[03:03.85] Ionosphere apex to the number square
[03:06.23] Painting the comet as the conqueror come plain
[03:08.47] As the honky tonk plays an atomic feng shui
[03:11.37] Algebraic eight-legged astral aphids
[03:13.65] Flung his astronaut jacket to catch the railing
[03:16.56] Anti-grav galactic aquaplaning
[03:18.86]
[00:44.36] Licorice bridges link pickpocketed pearls that house paupers
[00:47.89] Clutching binoculars burning down borders
[00:50.47] Bullet-ridden rocks in swirling brown waters
[00:53.59] The harbingers of doom
[00:54.74] In a matchstick palace play marbles with their moons
[00:57.50] Lose tight control to the master in the room
[00:59.91] As the customised galaxies sparkle on a spoon
[01:02.89] Safe in the gullet, spinning orbs all in order
[01:05.41] Trial-sized fireballs orbit in an aura
[01:07.82] They all called it torture
[01:09.20] The rat stole his son with a nine-iron
[01:11.33] Hitting a black hole in one like tee off
[01:13.95] Fore!
[01:14.50] Lost in the grand structure
[01:16.22] Poor guy slit his wrists in a sand bunker
[01:19.12] Strapped up to shuttles in a flat tundra
[01:21.06] Trapped under luggage stacked skyward in his gas cluster
[01:24.42] That hunger straddled the skies
[01:25.96] And left a ton of rusty minute hands flapping goodbye
[01:28.50] The planets collide
[01:29.69] Tied to the skull of any fool
[01:31.35] That can spew a gaseous cloud and brung a set of tools
[01:33.98] And a vat of fuel boiling
[01:35.49] Dead swimmers drifting
[01:36.55] For sale signs nailed into eyeballs sinking
[01:39.34] All hail the conqueror
[01:41.14] Do the work instead of playing conkers
[01:42.94] With components of your universe
[01:45.44] [Hook: Jam Baxter & (Akala)
[01:46.98] Yeah, collect 'em all
[01:51.64] Collectables
[01:55.11] Chemical sweats, skeletal legs
[01:57.27] Ten steps from a desolate mess
[01:59.22] Teeth carving rocks
[02:00.42] (Gardens growing flea-sized Martian gods)
[02:02.74] Yeah we sat fashioning a pea-sized laughing stock
[02:05.66] Nevertheless, venomous pests built stars from their featherless flesh
[02:09.67] Stand back let 'em shoot
[02:10.89] (Rip stitching in the pebble dash nettle soup)
[02:13.28] Burnt worms squirming in the residue
[02:15.22] He was weak gang water ox
[02:17.22] Light trapped in matter
[02:18.58] Fine angle gamma
[02:19.99] Never said more than chopsticks could hold
[02:22.00] Gnostic mosh pit eyes on his pustulas
[02:24.40] Maybe we all oscillators and these orbs modulate us
[02:27.36] He thought every brain cell's a nebula
[02:29.53] Glands secrete planets
[02:30.96] Hands that feed the galaxy's ganis
[02:32.82] Hands to feet and clutch his toes
[02:34.55] Fractal meat on a spongy bone
[02:36.15] Reach for the adrenochrome and talk with the chameleons
[02:38.68] He talk, they listen
[02:39.67] He speak but know no words
[02:41.16] He thought they chicken but fish in sea know no birds
[02:44.07] Not through the sources of Ezekiel
[02:45.96] Trumpets of Jericho
[02:47.32] Felt God's thumb prick in stereo mix
[02:49.51] Binaural archipelago hits
[02:51.45] Falling star chart arpeggio
[02:53.24] Wait till his key make the candle go
[02:54.98] Mandelbrot
[02:55.65] Canned horn of antelope
[02:57.09] Meteor pistachio chips
[02:58.82] Triangulum
[02:59.58] Queen Cassiopeia
[03:01.03] Orbital Orbison
[03:02.08] Tauruses in his slumber chair
[03:03.85] Ionosphere apex to the number square
[03:06.23] Painting the comet as the conqueror come plain
[03:08.47] As the honky tonk plays an atomic feng shui
[03:11.37] Algebraic eight-legged astral aphids
[03:13.65] Flung his astronaut jacket to catch the railing
[03:16.56] Anti-grav galactic aquaplaning
[03:18.86]