Muerta

Everything she told me is useless,
Everything she told me doesn't exist,
In reality, she should die,
In reality, she's dead, she's dead, dead,
dead, dead.
She doesn't cry, she doesn't laugh, she doesn't talk, she doesn't feel
She spreads her legs and looks me in the eyes,
She's cold, she's dead,
She's dead, dead, dead, dead
I can't help but look at her, she can't help but look at me
I just want to kill her, but she's dead.