Turns To Ashes — Crazyfists

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?

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