If you look at your reflection in the bottom of a well what you see is only on the surface   If 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   Don't you even try      In the eyes of the Confessor you can't tell a lie   You cannot tell a lie   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, karma, guilt, and doubt, and shame   "What if's" and "if only's"; the shackles and the chains   Violence and agression; the pettiness and scorn   The jealousy and hatred; the tempest and discord   And give it up!