Paroles de Contour

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