The Fountain Lyrics
What Are The Lyrics For The Fountain By 485C? Blessed with the craftsman’s touch, painted prose where the tax may cut All these lines will keep the door shut for today Chic with her pheasant f*ck, holy christ she’s become uncuffed Shave the thighs of your brother burnt, feed the slain We’ll feed the craven kind, the meek and vacant light Talk and you cannot speak, find the floor and I’ll find my feet Chasing fears that you dare not speak, but you say Buried from what you know is your future just letting go Thieves who destroyed your goals have you tamed We’ll feed the craven kind, the meek and vacant light
Who Wrote The Fountain By 485C? Adam Maym Hume
What's The Duration Of The The Fountain By 485C? The duration of The Fountain is 3:46 minutes and seconds.

The Fountain