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
485C - The Fountain Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: ADAM MAYM HUME
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Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network