La Muerte Es Mujer

Ohh God
I can't believe
You wash her feet
in my puddle
and then you look,
and she combs her hair like that,
I can't believe
I can't believe.

And if it's today
that your kingdom calls me
make me leave my skin
in your grim reapers
and sing your music
that sounds of weapons
make me know
make me know

Ohh God
I can't believe
You wash her feet
in my puddle
and then you look,
and she combs her hair like that,
I can't believe
I can't believe.