About this track

Digging In (Low) lives inside the fractured-mirror world of the Color EP… the era where every version of me felt overlaid, distorted, and partially visible all at once.
The artwork echoes that exact state: overlapping self-portraits, blown-out highlights, fogged edges, and a center image that looks like memory trying to surface through static.

This song sits at the moment when the mask cracked… but before I understood why.
I didn’t have the word for it yet… just a sense that something old was showing me rot in the paint I hadn’t seen before, and the only way through was down.
It’s the sound of someone digging under the noise… trying to find the real signal buried beneath years of overexposure.

Lyrics

Laying on my grave to count whats left
I only do it to protect myself
No scars on my wrist I'm finally having a good time
This time

I have this fear I'm not enough
And I'm almost sure I always will
No scars on my wrist I'm finally having
A good time
This time

If you find me low
It's cause I just keep digging in
I punch these walls
And one day I'm gonna win
But if you find me low
It's cause I just keep digging in

The world thought it could
Break me like glass in it's hand
But the harder you squeeze I'm abrading
Your skin
If you find me low
It's cause I just keep diggin in

Laying on my grave to count what's left
I only do it cause I hate myself
The plaster dries on the walls
And the days pass me by

I have this fear that I'm not enough
And it scares me to death
When I think too much
The plaster dries on the walls
And the days pass me by

If you find me low
It's cause I just keep digging in
And I failed again

If you find me low
It's cause I'm never gonna win
And I'm owning it

If you find me low

If you find me low

If you find me low