Lyrics:

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