Compromise

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.

You defend, exhume, begin again

It's the riddle of a skeleton.

We're all diseased so count the coupe,

I can't imagine 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 breathe,

Find some comfort on our knees.

You find your worth in words that wind,

Pleasures I don't comprehend.

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.