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 u love ur life
and live with ur 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 aspire
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 u love ur life
and live with ur 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 u love ur life
and live with ur guilt

and i am fine
and i'll learn to take what's mine
and live without guilt
oh yeah