God's Plan

You belong with me I'm tracing a line I'm tracing the lines of your hand You 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 hand What'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 silence Is it worth it now? Tell me, is it worth it now? Is it worth it now?