Hegemonic Blowfish
In a small room with the door locked, an attempt to keep your heart stopped*
You couldn't talk, they called a professional
So ostentatious, you puffed, they blew your manhood up like a big blowfish
You took to the roles you were reawakened with
And stepped to the light with a new set of fears
Though it's not over until the blowfish squeals
When I found you, you were dry heaving in front of the mirror
Stripped down and screaming
You said you'd cut your appendage if it meant you'd never hurt again
You couldn't have what you never wanted
How could they say that this could be good for anyone
When anybody could see the cause for alarm in the scars in your arms?
No, it's not over until the fat fish sings