A witch will burn
When she's thrown into the fire
But never expire
No her she'll peel and writhe
She crawls on webs of lies
To take what's mine
I die up inside her
That bitch, the cinnamon spider And everytime I tell that lie, I live without guilt
I won't try
And I hope you love your life
And live with your guilt
And I won't cry
Consumed by hate and guilt She'll never retire
Too old to fix
Too dead to ever acquire
Slit wristsBut she will never inspire a plan to save herself I won't try
The cinnamon spider
And I hope you love your life
And everytime I tell that lie, I live without guilt
And I won't cry Bit heads off those who fall and try to imply her
And live with your guilt
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'll learn to take what's mine
And I am fine
And live without guilt
Oh yeah.
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