Lyrics

Joe and Mike, they stand with fire,
But Will’s just a shadow, caught in the mire.
A hollow fool, drifting with the wind,
No strength in his bones, no soul to mend.

Oafish, sluggish, with nothing to prove,
A weight on the world, no passion to move.
His mind is empty, a void in the air,
Joe and Mike can’t help but glare.

He’s lost in the woods, left his soul behind,
Wanderin’ blindly, no purpose to find.
The life he leads is a slow, quiet death,
Drowning in apathy with every breath.

No spark, no fire, no reason to dream,
Just the same dull thoughts, the same broken scheme.
No ambition to rise, no fight in his chest,
Joe and Mike look at him, disgusted, depressed.

What’s the point of living when you’re already dead?
Will’s so empty, there’s nothing in his head.
No original thought, no vision, no soul,
Just a dull, lifeless echo, a hole in control.

Joe and Mike can feel the weight of it all,
The hopelessness, the bitter, endless crawl.
Will’s out there somewhere, stuck in his mire,
A pathetic, fading thing that no longer inspires.

They can’t even hate him, not like before,
He’s too far gone, too lost, too poor.
No fight left in him, no fury, no flame,
Just a broken man playing a worthless game.

Will can’t see the fire burning bright,
Joe and Mike have learned to walk in the light.
While he rots in silence, they rise from the ash,
Leavin’ Will behind, just another discarded crash.

No hope for him now, no future to hold,
Just a shadow in the trees, fading, cold.
Joe and Mike don’t waste a glance,
For Will’s already lost, with no second chance.