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