Cinnamon Spider

A witch will burnwhen she's thrown into the fire

Not her she'll peel and writhebut never expire

She crawls on webs of lies

I die up inside herto take what's minethat ***** the cinnamon spider

I won't tryand every time

I tell that lie

I live without guiltand

I won't cryand

I hope you love your lifeand live with your guilt

Consumed by hate and guilt

She'll never retiretoo old to fixtoo dead to ever acquireslit wrists - talk ****

But she will never inspirea plan to save herselfthe cinnamon spider

I won't tryand every time

I tell that lie

I live without guiltand

I won't cryand

I hope you love your lifeand live with your guiltbite heads off those who failand try to imply herforlorn despised

I am the cinnamon spider

I won't tryand every time

I tell that lie

I live without guiltand

I won't cryand

I hope you love your lifeand live with your guiltand

I am fineand

I'll learn to take what's mineand live without guilt

Oh yeah