Trapped - The Gone Jackals

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.

I pluck a horn from Satan's head,

I sit in with The Grateful Dead.