Contour
Lissom
Calling the haunting away
Spit in the lake where you lay
And I curve you around
And I curve you around
Drawn across your face
I will kill your name
Forked across your frame
And it drowned
Sworn in a burrowing grave
Born in a brotherly shape
And I curve you around
And I curve you around
Drawn across your face
I will kill your name
Forked across your frame
And it drowned
And I pour until nothing's left
And I pour until nothing's left
Oh contour, you're bored of us now
Oh contour, you're bored of us now
