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