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Exit Wound by Sorrow Stories
Tears, I don’t want to feel them until I can rinse them
I can rinse them
Scars, I don’t want to see them until I can heal them
I can heal them
Wounds, I cannot bleed them until I can open them
I can open them
Doors, I can’t crawl through them, there’s just a dead end
A dead end
I need an exit Need an exit
Exit wound
Thoughts, I don’t want to think them until I can kill them
I can kill them
Days, I’m not a part of them, until it’s the end
It’s the end
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When Will We Know by Sorrow Stories
The world we fall into... tries to keep us down
Speak your own mind As long as there’s no sound
Media, these stories are not the truth
whatever side that you choose to listen to
Conspiracy can’t create without the conformed
Paranoia? Or afraid to question?
When are you going to know? Everything we’re told’s a lie?
I would keep on fighting I am just too damn tired
When are you going to know? Everything we’re told’s a lie?
From the moment we’re born Until the day we die
When are you going to know? Everything we’re told’s a lie?
Nobody’s going to save you That is down to you and I
Artificial, programmed to comply
Take your number and step back in line
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Fact Or Fiction by Sorrow Stories
Some cruel adults were the purest of children
You always end up being the things you hate the most
You tried to fight your demons Nobody ever wins
We can't see the struggles That goes on within
Everyone has their own stories to tell
Some are real Some are lies
Only you can decide
Some kind adults were the strongest of children
You always end up being alone when you stand out in the crowd
You tried to find your angels There were none watching
Nobody sees the roads you crawled to get to here
Everyone has their own stories to sell
Some are old Some are new
You only know what's real to you
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Solus by Sorrow Stories
At the top of the pile of tortured souls
I never had anywhere else that I could go
All that I knew has been taken away from me
Everything always leaves except the misery
I crawled away from the place I used to call my home
with only scars to carry alongside my bones
I couldn’t find one single fence to lean upon
All of the wounds are apart that I thought I’d sown
Alone – the only home (that I know)
Tomorrow will be the same as it was yesterday
and when it’s over, I still will not be okay
You may think I am insane, for wishing to be dead
I know nobody else could live inside my head
The ground has opened up and it’s swallowed me whole
I guess my curse at birth was also my tombstone
I need to break the walls I cannot learn to climb
I’m watching the roads that always leave me behind
I can’t ever escape the worse parts of hell...
because they’ll always exist within myself
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Exit Wound by Sorrow Stories
Tears, I don’t want to feel them until I can rinse them
I can rinse them
Scars, I don’t want to see them until I can heal them
I can heal them
Wounds, I cannot bleed them until I can open them
I can open them
Doors, I can’t crawl through them, there’s just a dead end
A dead end
I need an exit Need an exit
Exit wound
Thoughts, I don’t want to think them until I can kill them
I can kill them
Days, I’m not a part of them, until it’s the end
It’s the end
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When Will We Know by Sorrow Stories
The world we fall into... tries to keep us down
Speak your own mind As long as there’s no sound
Media, these stories are not the truth
whatever side that you choose to listen to
Conspiracy can’t create without the conformed
Paranoia? Or afraid to question?
When are you going to know? Everything we’re told’s a lie?
I would keep on fighting I am just too damn tired
When are you going to know? Everything we’re told’s a lie?
From the moment we’re born Until the day we die
When are you going to know? Everything we’re told’s a lie?
Nobody’s going to save you That is down to you and I
Artificial, programmed to comply
Take your number and step back in line
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Fact Or Fiction by Sorrow Stories
Some cruel adults were the purest of children
You always end up being the things you hate the most
You tried to fight your demons Nobody ever wins
We can't see the struggles That goes on within
Everyone has their own stories to tell
Some are real Some are lies
Only you can decide
Some kind adults were the strongest of children
You always end up being alone when you stand out in the crowd
You tried to find your angels There were none watching
Nobody sees the roads you crawled to get to here
Everyone has their own stories to sell
Some are old Some are new
You only know what's real to you
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Solus by Sorrow Stories
At the top of the pile of tortured souls
I never had anywhere else that I could go
All that I knew has been taken away from me
Everything always leaves except the misery
I crawled away from the place I used to call my home
with only scars to carry alongside my bones
I couldn’t find one single fence to lean upon
All of the wounds are apart that I thought I’d sown
Alone – the only home (that I know)
Tomorrow will be the same as it was yesterday
and when it’s over, I still will not be okay
You may think I am insane, for wishing to be dead
I know nobody else could live inside my head
The ground has opened up and it’s swallowed me whole
I guess my curse at birth was also my tombstone
I need to break the walls I cannot learn to climb
I’m watching the roads that always leave me behind
I can’t ever escape the worse parts of hell...
because they’ll always exist within myself
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Exit Wound by Sorrow Stories
Tears, I don’t want to feel them until I can rinse them
I can rinse them
Scars, I don’t want to see them until I can heal them
I can heal them
Wounds, I cannot bleed them until I can open them
I can open them
Doors, I can’t crawl through them, there’s just a dead end
A dead end
I need an exit Need an exit
Exit wound
Thoughts, I don’t want to think them until I can kill them
I can kill them
Days, I’m not a part of them, until it’s the end
It’s the end
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When Will We Know by Sorrow Stories
The world we fall into... tries to keep us down
Speak your own mind As long as there’s no sound
Media, these stories are not the truth
whatever side that you choose to listen to
Conspiracy can’t create without the conformed
Paranoia? Or afraid to question?
When are you going to know? Everything we’re told’s a lie?
I would keep on fighting I am just too damn tired
When are you going to know? Everything we’re told’s a lie?
From the moment we’re born Until the day we die
When are you going to know? Everything we’re told’s a lie?
Nobody’s going to save you That is down to you and I
Artificial, programmed to comply
Take your number and step back in line
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Fact Or Fiction by Sorrow Stories
Some cruel adults were the purest of children
You always end up being the things you hate the most
You tried to fight your demons Nobody ever wins
We can't see the struggles That goes on within
Everyone has their own stories to tell
Some are real Some are lies
Only you can decide
Some kind adults were the strongest of children
You always end up being alone when you stand out in the crowd
You tried to find your angels There were none watching
Nobody sees the roads you crawled to get to here
Everyone has their own stories to sell
Some are old Some are new
You only know what's real to you
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Solus by Sorrow Stories
At the top of the pile of tortured souls
I never had anywhere else that I could go
All that I knew has been taken away from me
Everything always leaves except the misery
I crawled away from the place I used to call my home
with only scars to carry alongside my bones
I couldn’t find one single fence to lean upon
All of the wounds are apart that I thought I’d sown
Alone – the only home (that I know)
Tomorrow will be the same as it was yesterday
and when it’s over, I still will not be okay
You may think I am insane, for wishing to be dead
I know nobody else could live inside my head
The ground has opened up and it’s swallowed me whole
I guess my curse at birth was also my tombstone
I need to break the walls I cannot learn to climb
I’m watching the roads that always leave me behind
I can’t ever escape the worse parts of hell...
because they’ll always exist within myself
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Exit Wound by Sorrow Stories
Tears, I don’t want to feel them until I can rinse them
I can rinse them
Scars, I don’t want to see them until I can heal them
I can heal them
Wounds, I cannot bleed them until I can open them
I can open them
Doors, I can’t crawl through them, there’s just a dead end
A dead end
I need an exit Need an exit
Exit wound
Thoughts, I don’t want to think them until I can kill them
I can kill them
Days, I’m not a part of them, until it’s the end
It’s the end
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Fact Or Fiction by Sorrow Stories
Some cruel adults were the purest of children
You always end up being the things you hate the most
You tried to fight your demons Nobody ever wins
We can't see the struggles That goes on within
Everyone has their own stories to tell
Some are real Some are lies
Only you can decide
Some kind adults were the strongest of children
You always end up being alone when you stand out in the crowd
You tried to find your angels There were none watching
Nobody sees the roads you crawled to get to here
Everyone has their own stories to sell
Some are old Some are new
You only know what's real to you
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When Will We Know by Sorrow Stories
The world we fall into... tries to keep us down
Speak your own mind As long as there’s no sound
Media, these stories are not the truth
whatever side that you choose to listen to
Conspiracy can’t create without the conformed
Paranoia? Or afraid to question?
When are you going to know? Everything we’re told’s a lie?
I would keep on fighting I am just too damn tired
When are you going to know? Everything we’re told’s a lie?
From the moment we’re born Until the day we die
When are you going to know? Everything we’re told’s a lie?
Nobody’s going to save you That is down to you and I
Artificial, programmed to comply
Take your number and step back in line
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Exit Wound by Sorrow Stories
Tears, I don’t want to feel them until I can rinse them
I can rinse them
Scars, I don’t want to see them until I can heal them
I can heal them
Wounds, I cannot bleed them until I can open them
I can open them
Doors, I can’t crawl through them, there’s just a dead end
A dead end
I need an exit Need an exit
Exit wound
Thoughts, I don’t want to think them until I can kill them
I can kill them
Days, I’m not a part of them, until it’s the end
It’s the end
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Solus by Sorrow Stories
At the top of the pile of tortured souls
I never had anywhere else that I could go
All that I knew has been taken away from me
Everything always leaves except the misery
I crawled away from the place I used to call my home
with only scars to carry alongside my bones
I couldn’t find one single fence to lean upon
All of the wounds are apart that I thought I’d sown
Alone – the only home (that I know)
Tomorrow will be the same as it was yesterday
and when it’s over, I still will not be okay
You may think I am insane, for wishing to be dead
I know nobody else could live inside my head
The ground has opened up and it’s swallowed me whole
I guess my curse at birth was also my tombstone
I need to break the walls I cannot learn to climb
I’m watching the roads that always leave me behind
I can’t ever escape the worse parts of hell...
because they’ll always exist within myself
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Exit Wound by Sorrow Stories
Tears, I don’t want to feel them until I can rinse them
I can rinse them
Scars, I don’t want to see them until I can heal them
I can heal them
Wounds, I cannot bleed them until I can open them
I can open them
Doors, I can’t crawl through them, there’s just a dead end
A dead end
I need an exit Need an exit
Exit wound
Thoughts, I don’t want to think them until I can kill them
I can kill them
Days, I’m not a part of them, until it’s the end
It’s the end
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Solus by Sorrow Stories
At the top of the pile of tortured souls
I never had anywhere else that I could go
All that I knew has been taken away from me
Everything always leaves except the misery
I crawled away from the place I used to call my home
with only scars to carry alongside my bones
I couldn’t find one single fence to lean upon
All of the wounds are apart that I thought I’d sown
Alone – the only home (that I know)
Tomorrow will be the same as it was yesterday
and when it’s over, I still will not be okay
You may think I am insane, for wishing to be dead
I know nobody else could live inside my head
The ground has opened up and it’s swallowed me whole
I guess my curse at birth was also my tombstone
I need to break the walls I cannot learn to climb
I’m watching the roads that always leave me behind
I can’t ever escape the worse parts of hell...
because they’ll always exist within myself
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Fact Or Fiction by Sorrow Stories
Some cruel adults were the purest of children
You always end up being the things you hate the most
You tried to fight your demons Nobody ever wins
We can't see the struggles That goes on within
Everyone has their own stories to tell
Some are real Some are lies
Only you can decide
Some kind adults were the strongest of children
You always end up being alone when you stand out in the crowd
You tried to find your angels There were none watching
Nobody sees the roads you crawled to get to here
Everyone has their own stories to sell
Some are old Some are new
You only know what's real to you
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Exit Wound by Sorrow Stories
Tears, I don’t want to feel them until I can rinse them
I can rinse them
Scars, I don’t want to see them until I can heal them
I can heal them
Wounds, I cannot bleed them until I can open them
I can open them
Doors, I can’t crawl through them, there’s just a dead end
A dead end
I need an exit Need an exit
Exit wound
Thoughts, I don’t want to think them until I can kill them
I can kill them
Days, I’m not a part of them, until it’s the end
It’s the end
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When Will We Know by Sorrow Stories
The world we fall into... tries to keep us down
Speak your own mind As long as there’s no sound
Media, these stories are not the truth
whatever side that you choose to listen to
Conspiracy can’t create without the conformed
Paranoia? Or afraid to question?
When are you going to know? Everything we’re told’s a lie?
I would keep on fighting I am just too damn tired
When are you going to know? Everything we’re told’s a lie?
From the moment we’re born Until the day we die
When are you going to know? Everything we’re told’s a lie?
Nobody’s going to save you That is down to you and I
Artificial, programmed to comply
Take your number and step back in line
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Fact Or Fiction by Sorrow Stories
Some cruel adults were the purest of children
You always end up being the things you hate the most
You tried to fight your demons Nobody ever wins
We can't see the struggles That goes on within
Everyone has their own stories to tell
Some are real Some are lies
Only you can decide
Some kind adults were the strongest of children
You always end up being alone when you stand out in the crowd
You tried to find your angels There were none watching
Nobody sees the roads you crawled to get to here
Everyone has their own stories to sell
Some are old Some are new
You only know what's real to you
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Exit Wound by Sorrow Stories
Tears, I don’t want to feel them until I can rinse them
I can rinse them
Scars, I don’t want to see them until I can heal them
I can heal them
Wounds, I cannot bleed them until I can open them
I can open them
Doors, I can’t crawl through them, there’s just a dead end
A dead end
I need an exit Need an exit
Exit wound
Thoughts, I don’t want to think them until I can kill them
I can kill them
Days, I’m not a part of them, until it’s the end
It’s the end
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When Will We Know by Sorrow Stories
The world we fall into... tries to keep us down
Speak your own mind As long as there’s no sound
Media, these stories are not the truth
whatever side that you choose to listen to
Conspiracy can’t create without the conformed
Paranoia? Or afraid to question?
When are you going to know? Everything we’re told’s a lie?
I would keep on fighting I am just too damn tired
When are you going to know? Everything we’re told’s a lie?
From the moment we’re born Until the day we die
When are you going to know? Everything we’re told’s a lie?
Nobody’s going to save you That is down to you and I
Artificial, programmed to comply
Take your number and step back in line
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Solus by Sorrow Stories
At the top of the pile of tortured souls
I never had anywhere else that I could go
All that I knew has been taken away from me
Everything always leaves except the misery
I crawled away from the place I used to call my home
with only scars to carry alongside my bones
I couldn’t find one single fence to lean upon
All of the wounds are apart that I thought I’d sown
Alone – the only home (that I know)
Tomorrow will be the same as it was yesterday
and when it’s over, I still will not be okay
You may think I am insane, for wishing to be dead
I know nobody else could live inside my head
The ground has opened up and it’s swallowed me whole
I guess my curse at birth was also my tombstone
I need to break the walls I cannot learn to climb
I’m watching the roads that always leave me behind
I can’t ever escape the worse parts of hell...
because they’ll always exist within myself
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Exit Wound by Sorrow Stories
Tears, I don’t want to feel them until I can rinse them
I can rinse them
Scars, I don’t want to see them until I can heal them
I can heal them
Wounds, I cannot bleed them until I can open them
I can open them
Doors, I can’t crawl through them, there’s just a dead end
A dead end
I need an exit Need an exit
Exit wound
Thoughts, I don’t want to think them until I can kill them
I can kill them
Days, I’m not a part of them, until it’s the end
It’s the end
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When Will We Know by Sorrow Stories
The world we fall into... tries to keep us down
Speak your own mind As long as there’s no sound
Media, these stories are not the truth
whatever side that you choose to listen to
Conspiracy can’t create without the conformed
Paranoia? Or afraid to question?
When are you going to know? Everything we’re told’s a lie?
I would keep on fighting I am just too damn tired
When are you going to know? Everything we’re told’s a lie?
From the moment we’re born Until the day we die
When are you going to know? Everything we’re told’s a lie?
Nobody’s going to save you That is down to you and I
Artificial, programmed to comply
Take your number and step back in line
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‘Beyond Remedy: The Remix Affect’ features remixes from 15 artists, 28 trks with various styles and productions with some additional production and all mastering by Sorrow Stories. Taken from the original ‘Beyond Remedy’ EP. Both releases are available on Bandcamp and streaming platforms.
Bandcamp Exclusives include a 10 page digital booklet, posters and 9 bonus tracks