Текст песни Contour - Lissom , Julien Marchal , Lowswimmer

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.