Lyrics

Inaptly named, Glaucis the raven
is totally inside-out, brown reddish-brown
and glistening with a clear viscous coat
On the inside, a womb of black feathers
which is where I lie, tiny and naked,
glass clouds on my mental teevee

it's talking it's talking it's talking it's talking it's talking
shouts
move along people, ain't nothing to see

This truck contains an awareness of teeth,
black velvet fortress binding the eyes
The abdomen splits, glass window reveals
vertical cannon thick painted red,
its exit wound pointed towards tissue carnation
hemoglobinious mouth in the sand

it's talking it's talking it's talking it's talking it's talking
says
move along people, ain't nothing to see