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 that they appear

He's a horn with a slanted tone

He's the back without the bone

The king sits on a crooked throne

Stuck inside the story alone

When he raised a trumpet to his mouth

The sound of every voice tumbled out

When he stretched the canvas (?) to the frame

He painted everyone with the same brush

He tells the whole story by a string

He tells the choir when to sing

He's a shadow in the sky

(Chorus)

His description of the truth has pages torn

His inscription of roses just the thorns

His scripture is ripped by the back of his hand

The scribe's wish is the subject's command

(Chorus)

(Repeat 2nd & 3rd verses)

I've witnessed 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 real now between you and me

There's a light at the end of the tale you see

To 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