"See, I'm a waste of life, I should just kill myself
Yeah, I could slit my wrists, but it really wouldn't help
Wouldn't fix my issues, or change your mind
'Cause I broke your heart and you buried mine
Now, I'm six feet deep and I can't breathe
I got dirt in my eyes and blood on my sleeves"
~Lund
But I dig my way up through these roots and
