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