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
 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