Angels of Light - We Are Him

Joseph's Song

He writes these words on your skin
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 it's time to pay for what you've done
Your scattered hopes and unpaid debts
Are all catalogued 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 off your face

So scratch into this dusty wooden stage
The history of your bliss 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, paint the sky with colors dug from below
The universal mud where Joseph grows

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Writer(s): Michael Rolfe Gira
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