A Slanted Tone

His voice in the sky is the sound that you hear His timbre is dim and his motives aren't clear Why does the prophet above have so much to fear? Things aren't always the way they appear [Hook] He's a horn with a slanted tone He's the back without the bone The king sits on a crooked throne Stuck inside of the story alone When he raised a trumpet to his mouth The sound of every voice tumbled out When he stretched the canvas into his frame He painted everyone with the same brush He has the whole world by a string And he tells the choir when to sing He's a shadow in the sky [Hook] His description of truth has the pages torn His inscription of roses are just the thorns His scripture is ripped from the back of his hand The scribe's wish is the subject's command [Hook] When he raised a trumpet to his mouth The sound of every voice tumbled out When he stretched the canvas into his frame He painted everyone with the same brush He has the whole world by a string And he tells the choir when to sing He's a shadow in the sky I'm witnessing things I never thought I'd see There's a darkness now I could not foresee An innocent man resigned to a plea A company in captivity by a narrator's desire To be free from the confines of an honest story It all seems so surreal but between you and me There's a light at the end of the tale So you'll see that the way things are now Aren't the way they'll always be How can I let them know, the truth about Octavio? That he was lying all along Don't trust the words you hear in a song