cinnamon spider

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