Lyrics Contour - Julien Marchal, Lissom

Contour

Calling the haunting away
Spit in the lake where you lay
And I carve you a route
And I carve you a route
Torn across your face
I will kill your name
Fucked across your frame
And it drowned
Sworn in a burrowing grave
Born in a brotherly shape
And I carve you a route
And I carve you a route
Torn across your face
I will kill your name
Fucked across your frame
And it drowned
And I point to nothing, ah
And I point to nothing
I can’t talk
You’re bored of us now
I can’t talk
You’re bored of us now