The Confessor

If you look at your reflection in the bottom of a well

What you see is only on the surface

When you try to see the meaning hidden underneath

The measure of the depth can be deceiving

The bottom has a rocky reputation

You can feel it in the distance the deeper down you stare

From up above it's hard to see, but you know when you're there

On the bottom words are shallow, on the surface talk is cheap

You can only judge the distance by the company you keep

In the eyes of the confessor

In the eyes of the confessor

There's no place you can hide

You can't hide from the eyes of the confessor

Don't you even try

In the eyes of the confessor

You can't tell a lie

You cannot tell a lie to the confessor

Strip you down to size

Naked as the day that you were born

Naked as the day that you were born

Take all the trauma, drama, comments

The guilt and doubt and shame

The what if's and if only's

The shackles and the chains

The violence and aggression

The pettiness and scorn

The jealousy and hatred

The tempest and discord

And give it up