Irredeemer

Banished from the future
And exiled from the past
You find yourself alone
In a state that won’t last
Through the trials and tribulations
Fuming, gunning for this nation
In the smoke that chokes the choir
Singing ‘Victory!’ in every language

The rust that grows
On iron knows
That the real strength
Lies in waiting. .
So stick around a while
And your spine
Will grow with aging

We’re the saviors of this city
If we can’t find work we’ll make it
If we gotta get a little gritty
That’s the price of doing business

Let the old men sing their worries
Over tunes, swilling booze
It’s the tax of a worried mind
Collect those old heart breaks
Like bits of airplanes
Cut in two in the last dogfight

That’s what we do
You know it’s a work night too
Let’s see you move. .

Grass that grows
Through concrete knows
That the real strength
Lies in patience
So stick around a while
And you’ll grow into your faces

We’re the heroes of this story
If we can’t find work then we’ll make it
It takes guts to get the glory
This ain’t no place for the basic
Banished from the future
Exiled from the past–
I’ve seen mountains crushed to stone
Ground to sand, and forged to glass

The rust that grows
On iron knows
That the real strength
Lies in patience
So stick around awhile
And you’ll sink into your faces

Let the old men sing their worries
Over tunes, swilling booze
It’s the tax of a worried mind
Collect them old heart breaks
Like the dust of gold flakes
It’s the karat or the stick tonight
Take a bite

The rust that grows
On iron knows
That the real strength
Lies in patience
So stick around awhile
And your smile
Will haunt their basements

Yeah, stick around a while
And they’ll fear you
In dark places. .

They’ll sing
“Take us, Irredeemer!
Make us, Irredeemer!

Yeah, break us!
Take us, Irredeemer!
Irredeemer! Irredeemer!
Irredeemer!”