[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