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