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