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Sand & Sulfur

by Stories Away

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1.
Am I here alone? Is it fate that can tell me What I can become on my own? Since your departure, It’s only gotten harder to stay bright. I know it’s time to say goodbye, (It’s just denial) But I’m looking on to see myself through another’s eyes: I don’t see a man of merit, I only see this lonely boy. Kneel for I’m expected to be grand, Though circumstances show me I’m no royalty, I cannot command but only speak. So you see, I’ve been robbed Of a mother’s love and a father’s guiding light. I dare you to look back and see How it would’ve been for you If you were right there next to me. Years has it been since you could’ve seen me, You’d be so proud, not just a memory. (I could be so much more) You’re not just a memory… (With you where you were before). Now I’ve come out to play: I’ve tried every fucking path, And every fucking step I could take. If only you were here to show me the way (Please show me the way). Farewell dear mother, I’m sorry for all the blame. To you, my father, I concede, I wish you were here again. Though I’m here alone, I know what I can become On my own. Years has it been since you could’ve seen me, You’d be so proud, not just a memory. (I could be so much more) You’re not just a memory… (With you where you were before). I can’t let this consume me, I can only afford to let this compel me. You wait and see… My own stability, I know, Can offer up hope. If you’re so inclined to join me, I’d be happy to show you the ropes. From the light of the first day, we are born completely reliant on those who brought us here. Many choose to continue this pattern into much later stages of their lives, and many do it feeling as though they don’t have a choice. But few decide that it will be in their best interest to break this dependence. Some realize it is their only option, and even fewer never knew what it was like to be dependent at all. Years has it been since you could’ve seen me, You’d be so proud, not just a memory. (I could be so much more) You’re not just a memory… (With you where you were before).
2.
I’ve seen the eyes of death, But I’m still here to tell the tale. I’ve arrived having sacrificed, And I don’t intend on wasting this life. What more should I know If this is what I have to show for? It may be hard to forget my past, But now it’s all coming back again. And after all this time away Oh, would you feel the same, Oh, could we be the same? If time could heal the stain, I’ve a shot through the chest, And a heart shaped ring. But now it seems as though This shred of hope Could’ve been in vain, And it could've been so easy: I could’ve listened, I could’ve stayed, I should’ve never walked away. But what would have become of a life when All it has to show is an absence of hope. Tell me please that you haven’t forgotten me, So we could say we were sorry. Perfectly we were Living for every word, Until you overheard What your life was really worth. Ashes to ashes The world crumbled down, And I knew I wouldn’t make it If I were to stay, if I was still around. Oh, how lucky am I to be here… For your sake, you tell me: Should I remain? It only takes one to change your life, And I know you will stay, But if I appeared on your doorstep this evening, Would you push me away? Am I a statement for everything That’s been abandoned to reasoning? Or is it fate that I made the decision to leave And make a new life overseas? I regret to inform That I have not abandoned you, But I implore you to know That there was nothing I could do. Be my guest, attempt to condemn, The beaten scarred and defeated, But I can swear you’ll be sorry. Perfectly we were Living for every word, Until you overheard What your life was really worth. Ashes to ashes The world crumbled down, And I knew I wouldn’t make it If I were to stay, if I was still around. Oh, how hard will it be to stay here. I’ve seen the eyes of death, But I’m still here to tell the tale. I’ve arrived having sacrificed, And I don’t intend on wasting this life.
3.
Beginning seemed naïve enough to think My surroundings and I alike, But only time could tell If I exist closer to hell Than the counterparts around me (Let them surround me). Fate had withheld from my eyes Premonitions of difficult times. Lock me up good For though I deserve the chance I won’t be needing it. This world wasn’t made for me, Much like I wasn’t made for it. Excuse me if I seem to have left A sour taste in your day. But I'd be willing to offer up a trade: My days for yours, I dare you to try me. Thinking that I could one day Live here in peace and go my own way, Par to the curse, par to the cycle, I’ll still be right here, With still a soul to fulfill, With or without you here. I’m here to stay. Many a soul to choose from, And I’m the lucky one. Tell me again that I’ll be okay, To drown out the thought that I can’t run away. There’s no escaping what I am, And there’s no getting rid of what I have. Tell me I’m free again, To live in a life that I don’t have. This world could be a friend of mine, If only this wasn’t so bad. A burden that remains my own. Thinking that I could one day Live here in peace and go my own way, Par to the curse, par to the cycle, I’ll still be right here, With still a soul to fulfill. And still it hurts me To know that you’re so worried. But I’m the lucky one.
4.
And so it seems the time has come For me to lay down, But I reserve the right to know That I am not alone. Right up until I’m set free… With no god to hold me, I know I will pass alone. It’s okay, it’s okay, Lay down and feel the rain, Wash off this life you’ve come to hate ‘Cause you know you’re not here to stay. Don’t follow me home, I’ll go on my own. And so it seems the time has come For me to show myself home, But I reserve the right to know That I am not alone. Faking apathy has never been so hard for me. It’s okay, it’s okay, Lay down and feel the rain, Wash off this life you’ve come to hate ‘Cause you know you’re not here to stay. Hold me underneath, I want to taste what it’s like to not breathe. Expecting me to see This is just a blessing, And I don’t believe That I’ll be any less free. There’s no fully realizing How lucky I am to never have to breathe again. I know I’m free To choose what I believe, It’s a matter of having the ability. Hold my hand in these last few seconds we have, Soon you’ll be gone into your empty new home, Have fun in the unknown. This is all more than Another night’s rest, It’s a time to let go of myself And a time to accept. This is all more than An empty request, It’s a time to let go of myself… Don’t follow me home, I’ll go on my own. And with time You’ll come to join me, And I’ll be there waiting So you don’t have to worry. Much like I know I’ll have others there to greet me, Or so I’d like to think, But I don’t believe. There’s always time, Though it’s not on our side To lay to rest the holes we’ve left in our lives. But it’s over now, There’s nothing that I know That this life requires, It’s time to let go. There’s no stopping what I will become, So I’ll say my farewells and move on. I can either die dissatisfied, Or accept the life I loved. There’s always time, Though it’s not on our side To lay to rest the holes we’ve left in our lives. But it’s over now, There’s nothing that I know That this life requires, It’s time to let go. (x2)

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Debut EP of Stories Away, written from the perspective of a man who comes to terms with the unfortunate inevitabilities of life, beginning with his childhood and ending with his death.

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released August 29, 2014

Composed by Brian Butcher, Jon Caparino, and Luke Ryder.
Tracked, mixed, and mastered by John DeAvilla.
Produced by John DeAvilla and Brian Butcher.
Album art by Zero Art Studios.

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Stories Away Seattle, Washington

Post-hardcore with a progressive tinge, from Shoreline, Wa.

Brian Butcher - Vocals

Jon Caparino - Guitar/Vocals

Luke Ryder - Guitar/Vocals

Taylor Saulness - Bass/Vocals

Connor Vermeys - Drums

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