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