The Confessor

If you look at your reflection at the bottom of the 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 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