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