A witch will burn When she's thrown into the fire Not her she'll peel and writhe But never expire She crawls on webs of lies I die up inside her To take what's mine That bitch the cinnamon spider
I won't try And every time I tell that lie I live without guilt And I won't cry And I hope you love your life And live with your guilt
Consumed by hate and guilt She'll never retire Too old to fix Too dead to ever acquire Slit wrists - talk shit But she will never inspire A plan to save herself The cinnamon spider
I won't try And every time I tell that lie I live without guilt And I won't cry And I hope you love your life And live with your guilt
Bite heads off those who fail And try to imply her Forlorn despised I am the cinnamon spider
I won't try And every time I tell that lie I live without guilt And I won't cry And I hope you love your life And live with your guilt
And I am fine And I'll learn to take what's mine And live without guilt Oh yeah