Song of the shrimp

I have been in the box for too long
I went inside for a song
And my tongue every week tells the shrink:
"this is the song of the shrimp"
The quack says my ego always flies out the window
my released id is making a row
               
this is the song of the shrimp
the song of the shrimp
                   
Thin and grey
I'm swimming in the mirror
The next room is on fire
So I'm drowning my last desire

I needn't to eat any pill and your fat meals
keep me away from the sea
My night shirt is ragged, the intraveinous lashes
the only arm that feels
Will you decode the words I have engraved on my bones?
It was a hard work but now it's done

this is the song of the shrimp
the song of the shrimp
         
Thin and grey
I'm swimming in the mirror
The next room is on fire
So I'm drowning my last desire