Razel Razel (and the Others at The Gates)

Dumpster Diamonds (a.k.a. Got a Name)

I'm hoping that you'll see

Their words,

Well,

Those words

Are just words;

Just a show,

An exaggerated performance

Of bravado and might.

See that those words

Are costumes

Creating characters,

Hiding what's beneath,

Letting the imaginary

Take the place

Of a reality

That's just too

Real.

I'm hoping and

I'm trusting

That you're smart enough

Not to be fooled

By fools.

(I CAN trust in that,

Right?

You're not foolish,

Too,

Are you?)

'Cause when they try to tell you

They caught me swimming

In some bin of trash –

A fish in filth,

Plying through piles,

Sorting through shards

And

Wading through waste –

I'm hoping that you'll notice

Their story's always

Changing,

Details getting murky,

Inconsistencies at reign

(As happens with fibsters).

So you won't believe it,

Right?

'Cause they weren't there,

They didn't SEE

And

The couldn't KNOW.

But for whatever reason,

It lifts them

To tell it,

Makes 'em feel big,

Makes 'em

Feel like something

(Or let's 'em just FEEL,

Quite simply).

For whatever reason,

They need it to be true,

They need me to be

In

That

Trash.

(Aww,

Come on.

Who are we

Kidding?

We know

EXACTLY