Skin like nicotine
She was dressed to k** 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 gla** 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?