[Words & music: Barthold]
I stare upon the endless walls, your walls of steel
My eyes are tired, your name weights heavy in me
I hear my innervoice, it's calling for compassion
It's in the traces of a long forgotten generation
It's a temporary grace you wear
The persistence of my memories
I hear my innervoice, a voice filled with regret
The veil of virtue hangs deep around your neck
It's a temporary grace you wear
The persistence of my memories
I'm staring down
Your angels cry, they never fly
I'm staring down
And with the cry your angels die
It's a temporary grace you wear
The persistence of my memories