Ilah (Silent War) - Blindspott

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?