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