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? 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 every thing's still horrible since everyone still dies Is this all the world has to offer? 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 And I don't know how much you thought I'd be It turns to ashes Is this all the world has to offer? Is this all the world has to offer? It turns to ashes, it turns to ashes It turns to ashes, it turns to ashes on me