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[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 From Letras Mania