[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 |