is this who i will always be a spider crawling up the porcelain catching sunlight through a window screen oh my it s not right looking down away from amber skies smoking on a stick of dynamite cradled up in a fire of eyes oh my it s not right red of the rose staining the snow which came first i don t know call it a choice that i ve lost my voice oh my it s not right fate is growing like a lemon tree spreads its branches over you and me there s darkness underneath the canopy oh my it s not right