Discover the poetic beauty in ‘The Fountain’ 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.
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