Red Milk by Retconned Lyrics

Ripe fruit of stale reasons
Connected and coiled
Disconnected and cold

Fear revived
No parade in sight

And willful
Without reason
Revenge of the
Frigid insights

We’ve only our names
Like badges built of brain

Stiff bodies
No decay
In their cribs
In your stained silk sheets

The names have names
And they are many
Those names have names
They are many
Like the drooling multitudes I rise
From their remains