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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
But she will never inspire
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