I stare upon the endless walls, Your walls of steel My eyes are tired, Uour 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