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 ifs» and «if onlys»
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!