As a little boy, suffered rapacious spells   My raptor infested dreams, in time would tell   Let’s flash forward fifteen surrealistic years   Awoke gagged and bound and I found I was snagged and here   “Where the hell am I?” I screamed   Clamped my eyes shut ~ fear of faces that have been seen   I feel I’m choking and I can’t breathe   Must be this dopey feeling, I believe…      Open my eyes, I’m coming down   Must be an after hour dancing spree   Then I foggily recount my surroundings   Oh my God! I’m in a laboratory   A man of mad science variety is peering at me    He says: “You’ll feel no pain, so much anesthesia speeding through your veins   It will take a little time and then your organs are mine   And on the leftovers I’ll dine”   I’m not ready to die!   I guess I’ve got nothing to lose   An image of my steel toe boots   Fight or Flight? Both I choose   I kicked him in the eye   And like a butterfly I flew and flew….      I don’t think he can see me   I don’t think he can see me    In the dark country   By starlight I am free   In the dark country   Divinely, I am free   But where the hell am I?      I’ve got to get home   I’ve got to get home   I’ve got to get home   I’ve got to get home      Copyright 2002 Beau Phillips