Joseph's Song - Angels of Light

You turn your head from him

There’s always things

That can’t be said

But Joseph holds

The key to them

He lays these songs on your tongue

But its time to pay

For what you’ve done

Your scattered holes in unpaid debts

Are all cataloged

In Joseph’s head

Your brother is drunk here at your side

Waiting for your breath of life

But how can you sing what you know to be fake

You’ll never wash Joseph’s mouth of your face

First scratch into this dusty wooden stage

A History of your best and wasted days

There is no place to run from Joseph’s truth

His hands are on your throat, but feeding you

May the river tie a rope around your feet

And drag your mind and body out to sea

Then thank the sky with colors, down from below

The universal mud where Joseph grows