real things, in false signs   give me the right to see things not really in front of me   when only the trees appear as something more   the cones, so bright, become the things i can't ignore      hello headlights, you've always been good to me   but tonight there's a different look in your eye   those dogs in the road are asleep for the night   they'll be gone in the morning      how much will it be to get me to the rides?   to wrap me in the suns and paint my willing eyes?   and what will i need to get me on the dinosaur ride?      those dinosaurs that stop through my brain   are driving me insane      the deeper that i dive, the water flows inside   the harder they pound, as my skulls their ground      and what will i need to get me on the dinosaur ride?      what will i need?