Carpal Tunnel Songtext
von Of Virtue

Sometimes I feel like I am dead to this world
No place or purpose
Punched under the stairs
Collecting dust and mold
Just another rat living inside your walls
Another lost cause
Walking in circles
Been killing time
Searching for a reason why
Enough is never enough
So I′ll turn my back
Just to find myself at another dead end
Another dead end
But I'm getting used to it
Another dead end
My new best friend


No more no picket fences
I made a living off digging my own grave
Carving these words into my headstone
This is all I have, this is everything
(To be told)
I′m scared to death to bet my life on this because

I've been in debt since the day I was born
And every hand I'm dealt is just another regret
I′m all in
I′ve got nothing left
Nothing left
But empty pockets and my head in my hands
Convinced I'm nothing but a burnt out wick
But the dust ain′t earned to get moving on
Deep in my blood work and my heart beating like a fucking war drum
Can't you hear those sticks beating against my wrist?
(To be told)
My will keeps slipping away every chance it gets
Just when I think I have a grasp on it
The carpal tunnel opens up my fist
Is this what you want?
Then this is what you get
For holding on
Is it worth the pain in the end?
I guess I′ll cross that bridge when I come to it


A picture behind the love and the pain
An image in between black and white
An understanding the importance of friends
And how a senseless friend can be

No more no picket fences
I made a living off digging my own grave
Carving these words into my headstone
This is all I have, this is everything