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 I 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 Fail 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