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.