Ed Tullett
Irredeemer
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