you wear

the cloth

of finest lands

the touch of women the toil of hands



undress

me now

before i bend

from the weight of everyman



when i'm walking through this world

i need to hold your hand

let me take you on this ride

i hope you understand

i'm not asking for a compromise



now you

defend

exhume

begin again

it's the riddle of a skeleton



we're all

diseased

so count the coup

i can't image stopping you



when i'm walking through this world

i need to hold your hand

let me take you on this ride

i hope you understand

i'm not asking for a compromise



so the earth

we scorch

we breath

find some comfort on our knees



you find

your worth

in words that wind

pleasures i don't comprehend



when i'm walking trough this world

i need to hold your hand

let me take you on this ride

i hope you understand

i'm not asking for a compromise

asking for a compro

asking for a compromise