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