Woe, Is Me For the Likes of You

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Woe, Is Me - Our Number[s] and For The Likes Of You LIVE
School of Rock, South Hackensack, NJ
November 20th, 2010
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[Lyrics: Our Number[s]]
Stop! I stand here as a man who holds his ground
So silence your hands, I'm everything you once held dear

How can you sleep?
How can you sleep at night?
Too many you were rights,
I have no home, my home is non-existent
So long, I was here but you missed it
So kiss this, I hope you know you pissed it away

So cut me out, just knock me down,
Lifeless I may feel, and I'm slowly finding out
Life is full of bitter things, I won't shed a tear even if it stings,
Hit the road my spirit and all my clothes
Who am I, who the hell knows?

Tie my words, around your neck,
Never forget, listen,
For I've walked the path of men
I've stood my ground, I've earned my crown
And this is where it ends.

I will hold their hands,
I will walk across this sea
They've stood behind me,
And they'll follow me 'till death.

Never speak to me like you are some kind,
Of hidden prodigy you're wasting my time
You will never make it in this world,
It's all in your mind.
Well that's okay with me I think I'll be fine,
I don't need a shitty home to be on top of the line,
This interstate is making me the prime,
Example of what it means to follow your dreams

So watch.


[For The Likes Of You]
Leave me here, biting my nails, breaking my stride
I put my faith into your desolate life
Happen so fast that I won't be afraid, I won't be afraid
Three years blessed, I gave it my best, it's time to put it all to rest
Your present is my past

Through my eyes, I've seen nothing but time, forty four thousand lies
Straight from your putrid mind
High tides drag you through the decades of nights,
at anguish cause you'll never know
Why, loved ones who turn out your lights, seem like they care

I am an island, and you're the tides that pull at my feet,
but now she's shining in this void

Aging, forcing my nerves
Cut your chords, count your chores, stop using yourself,
for fruitless scars, just cut your chords

Your back will keep breaking, from this glass house, that you have created
Hear me out, your heart is to heavy, to heavy for trust
So build me a promise and take my advice a word from the wise
A fault confessed, I have redressed,
she feels such unrest, so pray so fucking pray
For tonight is your last -