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.
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