You're deeper in the hole
The more you look through
But are we quite prepared for what we'll see
No one ought to see your private odyssey
If you're like a snake shed some skin
Grow one more layer within
I've heard of healthy discussion
Talking to yourself is going too far
You don't hear your own repercussions
Where once was a mask is now a scar
You want to make sure that no one gets hurt
You want to make sure of the impossible
I am the masseur and I hear the dirt
I am the new cure and I got my hands full