How You Die Out In Me: Down

He Speaks Truly Who Speaks The Shade.

There Was Earth Inside Them, And They Dug.

Reality Is Not Simply There, It Does Not Simply Exist: It Must Be Sought Out And Won.

Black Milk Of Daybreak We Drink It At Sundown.

With A Changing Key, You Unlock The House Where The Snow Of What’s Silenced Drifts. Just Like The Blood That Bursts From Your Eye Or Mouth Or Ear, So Your Key Changes. Changing Your Key Changes The Word That May Drift With Flakes. Just Like The Wind That Rebuffs You, Clenched Round Your Word Is The Snow.