Curare - The Silence of the Innocent Lyrics

A rotten skin that falls in scraps under the caress
An empty carcass, a vast and vacant skeleton
Sadly singing to the sky
Behind those shut eyelids, an important distress
Feeling of abandonment that no kiss can soothe

Love cannot build a les painful truth
Love cannot heal a rotten soul
Because warmth is something that it can't feel

It is a land of perpetual night
In which we are no more than blood
Body parts, and heartbreaking sadness

A never-ending nightmare
Is covering the world
With a deadly silence

I live outside this world
I have my own landscapes
My own cemeteries
We don't mourn for the same dead
The flowers growing over the bodies of the innocent
Have this constant distressing curve, facing the sky