Godplans Songtext
von Chorus Grant

Fake night
In the skeletal aisle
I don′t see what's coming
Skin grows over each bout
Strangers look godly
Familiar in the mouth
Skull windows coughing out
God plans
Blood red rusting up
It′s the smallest room
When I'm with you
On another moon
I'm in a flowering cab line
I′m wondering what to do
You′re the hole in my forearm But you could never be true
Skin grows over every fight
There's a death sentence stuck to our window
Just tune out mine the most
Skull windows coughing out
God plans
Blood red and rusted up
But what′d you think I'd do
I′m in a flowering cab line
I'm wondering what to do
Mirror′s talking turning into you
You're the hole in my forearm
But you could never be true
You make your way through strangers in a room