I'm not sick, I'm just a boy

Sifting through the newfound lie

And I'll be crawling through these ashes and
dissecting all these flies

Since the sun has died and it is still somewhat
July

Is this all the world has to offer?

And I don't know how much you thought I'd be

It turns to ashes on me

One more piece inside these lines

Deeper harms my disguise

And everyone is different so everyone is sly

And everything's still horrible since everyone
still dies

Is this all the world has to offer?

And I don't know how much you thought I'd be

It turns to ashes on me

Is this all the world has to offer?

It turns to ashes on me

No one is safe