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