Letra de A Slanted Tone - Fucked Up
Letra de canci�n de A Slanted Tone de Fucked Up lyrics
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Courtesy of lyricshall.com
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/a-slanted-tone-f---ed-up.php
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.
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.
