[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