Trapped inside my body. Trapped inside my time. I try to talk, but words collide. I want to fly, but I can hardly walk. Backed into a corner. Smacked to holy tatters. I grab for God, but he's out of reach, I ride the tide back to the beach. Trapped. Trapped. Trapped. Trapped. I pluck a horn from Satan's head, I sit in with The Grateful Dead.