[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