A witch will burn When she's thrown into the fire No 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
Bit heads off those who fall and try to imply her Forlorn dispised 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
