We all grow and we all die
And I think I'm gonna be buried alive
Lungs filled with dirt
My veins ain't got no air
But I ain't never gonna make it out
Alive
What does it mean to be stuck here
Too tired to live and too scared to die
Maybe everyday is a small death
Don't know if I'll make it out alive
So maybe they'll bury me
In my bedsheets
And dirty dishes
And maybe time's wasted
And seeds frosted
And germination's unkempt
Untimely
Displacement
Roots frozen
And my body's lost
In a moldy
Stagnation
But god damnit
I'll spit dirt and dig
Vеins blossom and braid
Twisted and unattainable
Bones gnarlеd into branches
And hearts hidden from the eye
So maybe they'll bury me
In my bedsheets
And dirty dishes
And maybe time's wasted
And seeds frosted
And germination's unkempt
Untimely
Displacement
Roots frozen
And my body's lost
In a moldy
Stagnation
But god damnit
I'll spit dirt and dig
vocalizing
Maybe they'll bury me
In my bedsheets
And dirty dirty dishes
And maybe time's wasted
And seeds frosted
And germination's unkempt
Untimely
Displacement
Roots frozen
And my body's lost
In a moldy
Stagnation
But god damnit
I'll spit dirt and dig