God Songtext
von ARTHUR

All the inside′s moving parts
Feeble makings
The church clothes that I stole
I do it for you God


Now he sees me
All dirty, muddy, I clean my cuts
And then I go home

In my ears I hear her call
My heart is racing
They want my arms to cut them off
And use my blood for painting

Now he sees me
All dirty, muddy, I clean my cuts
And then I go home