I'm not sick, I'm just a boy
Sifting through the new found lie
And I'll be crawling through these ashes and disecting 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 everything'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 on me
It turns to ashes on me
It turns to ashes on me
It turns to ashes on me
No one is safe
Writer(s): Mick Whitney, Thomas Noonan, Brock Lindow, Steven Holt
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