Ilah (Silent war)

Skin like nicotine
She was dressed to kill for me
Flesh cut from
magazines
Hold your breath for me (and scream)

My silent
war...
How could I ask for more
How could I ask for more?

Taste
the sickening sweet
When you raise your glass for me (and my own
trophy)
The win, the defeat, parasites
The disease owns me

In my
silent war...
How could I ask for more?
How could I...

You're the
parasite
In my silent war
Would you fight
In my silent war?