God's Plan

You belong with me

I'm tracing a line

I'm tracing the lines of your handYou collapse in threads

Show me inside

You're wasted in white, like dirt sand

You confide in me

Ashamed in the light

Shaped and defined by god's plan

You belong to me

You're crossing a line

You're cold and confined

You're no friend

I'll wait for a sign

I'm tracing the lines of your hand

Of your hand

Of your handWhat's yours can be mine

I'm tracing the lines of your hand

Of your hand

Of your hand

You belong with me

And tonight

At least we can die

In silenceIs it worth it now?

Tell me, is it worth it now?

Is it worth it now?