Faces – “We All Rot The Same”
Encore – “When it’s your turn, it’s your turn”
Smile – “The Mask Fits Better Every Day”
Faith – “Even faith looks good covered in dirt”
Made Peace – “The Dirt Doesnt Judge It Remembers”
Eternity – “The Pain Was The Paycheck”
Broken – “Glue Couldnt Even Fix This”
Primal – “Every scream has direction”
Shovel Club isn’t about dirt — it’s about what we bury to keep surviving. Every grin that hides a breakdown, every joke that masks exhaustion — that’s the dig. We wear our numbness like armor and laugh through the ache, pretending it’s all fine.
The shovel is a symbol of silence, defiance, and survival. Some people talk it out — we dig it deep, cover it up, and keep moving. Each shirt is a badge from the trenches of your own mind. Welcome to Shovel Club — where healing isn’t pretty, but it’s honest.
Some people light candles and journal — I dig holes and think about my choices. Dirt doesn’t judge, and silence doesn’t send invoices. The ground listens better than most people, anyway.
Sometimes you stop climbing out — not because you’ve given up, but because the view down here is peaceful. You decorate it, hang a few regrets like pictures, and call it home. That’s growth, right?
Every joke is a scream with good timing. We joke not to forget, but to survive remembering. Around here, we don’t sugarcoat the pain — we marinate it in sarcasm.