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 everytime 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 everytime 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 everytime 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