Irredeemer - Ed Tullett

Build me on your cowardice

Build me on your cloying scent

Still beyond a buoying wealth

Will beyond destroying health

Build me on your avarice

Build me on your foreign lash

Build me on yourself

Eerie build, weary thrill

Sex in your dress shirt

Sober for your birth

Bleary will, barely still

Ocean curl upwards

Grandeur at your worth

Irredeemer, quarter your soul

Mirror fever, court your older sister