Lyrics:

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