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 (*##$ 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 %#@!

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