So Sorry

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Someone Stop Me

Don't get too close for I'll soon be gone
You might know what I meant later on
'Cause life's been hell and I don't take my pills
My childhood's still waiting by the window sill
My friends are sick too though you might not even tell
She wore a turtleneck 'cause she tried to hang herself and he
Always wears longsleeves 'cause he cuts himself. he would
Go anywhere else if he could
At night he dreams

Tonight
I don't want to be anything at all
Tonight
Won't you let me sleep?

Razor trace the line for the thousandth time
We all play the game all the way to the scene of the crime
What a trip it's been when you just want the end and what
Sense does it make clinging to nightmares for fear of being

Awake?
Please don't make me go anywhere at all
Tonight
Please don't follow me, scared of what you'll see
Why can't you just stay away?

If home is where the heart is where is mine?
Have I walked a thousand miles just to walk the line? Maybe I'd
Kill myself but I ain't got the guts, and so what?
You think you're so immune? Walk a mile in my shoes and it'll be killing you

Too.
I don't want to be anything at all
Tonight
Please don't follow me
Scared of what I'll be
Someone stop me

The Silence of Our Friends

The silence of our Friends
Will forever overshadow
The words of our enemies
While the colorblind choose not to see
They enable injustice willingly
And applaud themselves contentedly

But please
Do speak

(Hey)
Among equals not all are treated the same
(Same)
And against pigs pigment is blamed
(Blamed)
Add another year to the national shame
(Shame)
But
(Wait)
That would have to mean it's possibly hate
(Hate)
Perpetrated on the presence of race
(Race)
File and
(Rank)

The violence of police
Is not shared evenly
Among all ethnicities
Skin's a triviality
Unless you don't look like me
Then it's the only thing some see

But no
They'll speak

(Hey)
Among equals not all are treated the same
(Same)
And against pigs pigment is blamed
(Blamed)
Add another year to the national shame
(Shame)
But
(Wait)
That would have to mean it's possibly hate
(Hate)
Perpetrated on the presence of race
(Race)
File and
(Rank)

It's all separate but equal to
Some archaic point of view
That none of this pertains to you
It's no sufficient compromise
To give a shit three-fifths of the time
And shut down when someone speaks the truth

And I hope they do
Yeah

(Hey)
Among equals not all are treated the same
(Same)
And against pigs pigment is blamed
(Blamed)
Add another year to the national shame
(Shame)
But
(Wait)
That would have to mean it's possibly hate
(Hate)
Perpetrated on the presence of race
(Race)
File and
(Rank)

A Coward Dies a Thousand Deaths (and I'm Dying to Live Just Once)

To have and hold
A terminal
Affliction
Of affection
I've choked on words enough
To know it in my gut
I'd only botch it up

A coward dies a thousand deaths
And I'm dying to live just once
Seems like everyone I see is alive but me
And I'm begging to live just once
One time

When I speak
My dumb words define the
Rest of me
What you see
Is some bastard design of
The rest of me

Isn't it insane
How our minds can be enslaved
By sensations of the heart?
And isn't it absurd
How our perceptions can usurp
The truth of who we are?
Starting from that age
When your sex drive is engaged
Your mind never strays too far
From that adolescent fright
Of another lonely night
And how vulnerable you are

Sweet dreams
To my identity
You're only
What you're seen to be
A bad scene
Always to follow me

I was gasping for air hoping anyone would hear
And I choked on silence again
I was begging the question, "am I even really here?"
And I choked on silence again

My Machine

There's static in my circuitry
My CPU is failing me
None of my sensors seem to read
Beyond my cyber fantasies
My machine is failing me
My machine is obsolete

My rotors just won't seem to turn
My AI ain't equipped to learn
My gears just love to jump and churn
No matter how much oil I burn
My machine is cold to me
My machine doesn't need me

I can't sing the way that I want to
I can't speak the way that I want to
I can't move the way that I want to
I can't feel the way that I want to

My machine is so ugly
My machine, my machine

My settings are under remote control
I have a headpiece to hide a hole
My engine burns the food like coal
I haven't the RAM to possess a soul
My machine yearns for sleep
Between the dreams of electric sheep
My machine is betraying me
My machine is killing me

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True Love's End

Well her eyes are the pit
Of an empty well
Her voice a silence
That sounds in Hell
With her ears made numb
To the chimes and bells
Of the churches she knew well

Go away, my dear
Far away from here
To a land of golden shores
May your heart find peace
When your soul's released
And your body be weary no more

My lover's eyes once bloomed
Like irises in June
They've long since opened
Ne'ery a day
I pray against all sense
And bitter discontent
Than an angel take her away

Go away, my dear
Far away from here
To a land of golden shores
May your heart find peace
When your soul's released
And your body be weary no more

My true love's heart still beats
Somewhere down beneath
Her faded skin
And her jagged breaths
Her embrace, it grips me still
I fear it ever will
Until I too am pulled to the grave

Son to Son

Such a loathesome boy
Such a lonesome day
Cursing the life that once never was
Whose dreams lie shattered
Broken like the body of the man that made you

O, but that casket ain't got room for two
You're much too young
And you know
What you've gotta do

Such simple songs
Such clumsy playing
Singing of the love that once never was
Keep your fingers bloody for
Somebody might need you
More than you'll ever know

Such an empty smile
Such a mournful way
Accepting the sadness that once never was
You'll never be happy
So long as you stay

But you should stay
For should you leave and go away
Your pain will remain
And who can ask that of anyone?

Secular Hymn #2 (Had I a Voice to Sing)

In an ash tray
Like a mass grave
Of cigarettes
Staying breaths
With a strange face
In a familiar place
One among all the same
I cut my teeth
On cruelties
The same old graces
Obsceneties
I stayed my hands
From bitter friends
My nameknown enemies

But I fucking swear
Mark it
Let it known

If I had a voice that screamed like thunder
I'd tell the bombs not to fall
I'd will the guns to stay their tongues
I'd lul all the screams to sleep
Like so many listless graves
And if I had hands firm as my father's
I'd hold the kind among their own
I'd hold on

To myself
To myself
To this piece of everyone

Painter

She's skin and bone with a heart of stone,
A stranger in a world that's all her own
Starving in the body
Where innocence died.
She's a victim of her own loveliness
Choking in Victorian dress;
Her beauty withered beneath the stress
Of ugly men and ugliness.

So upset,
She'll ever forget
Everything from before.

Beauty is like a shell housing the hurt around her hell.
Beauty is killing herself by hiding the wounds from everyone else.
You just can't tell.
You never can tell.
She'll never speak nor hear the truth,
Lies a reflection of her youth.
Her life's a war, she begs for truce,
She'd pray for peace but it's no use.
She paints in black and colors cold.
No use in ever growing old.
She'll be be dead soon or so she's told
If she won't save herself.

So upset,
She'll ever forget
Everything from before.

Beauty is like a shell housing the hurt around her hell.
Beauty is killing herself by hiding the wounds from everyone else.
You just can't tell.
You never can tell.
Somewhere she is buried beneath sheets of white.
Somewhere she is buried beneath the snow.
She could have been married in a dress of white.
She could have been somebody if she'd stayed alive.

Wish so bad I could've been there for you.
Doesn't even matter that I didn't know you.
Wish somehow someone could've shown you
This world can be beautiful.
If only I could've shown you men aren't always like that.
If only good intentions alone could bring your light back.
I'd tell you all the good things to get you through the bad
It only seems like you can't win.
While I guess it's too late for me to write you,
Maybe I can reach out to someone just like you
I can bring someone happiness despite you
So long ago giving in.
Memories of your story are forever with me.
I feel so sorry you can't be here with me.
All I can do is hope somebody's listening,
That somebody out there's listening
To your story, your story
As I sing of thee.
O painter,
You're beautiful to me.

Secular Hymn #3 (My Life for You)

As a voiceless, singing breath
Alive in every feable lung
In the rhythm of our steps
And in every human tongue

My life for you

As seen in every lingering stare between lovers
And every writhing hum
The wisdom that shakes the air
From the old unto the young

My life for you

My life for you
And no one else but you
Nobody above you

Tolerate or Die

Why yes, I think that we're better than this
No forced endorphins afford the sort of life you'd want as a kid
Your breaths all sound so thick
You're ever coughing when you're not sick
We're a trauma ward of self-prescription
The stings of needles and pins within each static moment
But this won't be my life
Try as I might

I'll be the last one left
And that's a promise kept like a secret
Yet
I'll never get to forget

The last to flinch is always first to die
The last to rot will always carry the guilt of having survived
Self-despised
We toe near death to keep from being alive
We hide inside ourselves to spite the sights outside of our eyes
But I won't be quick to die
It's my right to try

I'll be the last one left
And that's a promise kept like a secret
Yet
I'll never get to forget