I stare upon the endless walls, your walls of steel

My eyes are tired, your name weights heavy in me

I hear my inner voice, 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