Текст песни 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