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