Manic Filters – Song and Lyrics by 485C

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Manic Filters’ by 485C. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 485C or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

I’ve read the postcards, scanned the books, with trepidation, glanced a look, I’ll go
The knives they splinter, cutting shivers, sprawl the guidelines, manic filters, go
Your hair moves slightly over branches, scale the trees of New Romantics’ world
The twist and curl of your existence plants the seeds of a meaningless world

False grounds, scarred crown
(Shrivelled lovers, spit on brother, be my mother, be my mother)

Defecation feeds formations, potent powers, formulations grow
Scraping skyline, blue-burst nighttime, feed me sunrise, choke me in the meantime
Oh Great Britannia, pale-grey matter, manic filters, won’t surrender

False grounds, scarred crown
(Shrivelled lovers, spit on brother, be my mother, be my mother)