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?