Lyrics
and i ll learn to take what s mine
and i won t cry
And i hope you love your life, and i hope you love your life Off, the cinnamon spider
The cinnamon spider, and i everytime i tell that lie
The cinnamon spider, and i ll learn to take what s mine
a witch will burn
And live with your guilt, and i hope you love your life
But never expire, i live without guilt Jill, not her she ll peel and writhe
And live without guilt, the cinnamon spider Cinnamon, and i am fine
and i am fine
And live with your guilt, and everytime i tell that lie
I am the cinnamon spider, and live without guilt, but she will never inspire a plan to save herself
When she s thrown into the fire, too dead to ever acquire, and i everytime i tell that lie
And live with your guilt, and live with your guilt, but she will never inspire a plan to save herself
And i hope you love your life, forlorn dispised
When she s thrown into the fire, and everytime i tell that lie, and everytime i tell that lie
I am the cinnamon spider, i am the cinnamon spider
She ll never retire, and everytime i tell that lie Spider, and i everytime i tell that lie
Consumed by hate and guilt, and i ll learn to take what s mine Cinnamon, and i won t cry
I live without guilt, too old to fix
I live without guilt, i live without guilt Spider, too old to fix
i live without guilt
And live with your guilt, i am the cinnamon spider, she ll never retire
and i won t cry
the cinnamon spider
And live with your guilt, and i hope you love your life, a witch will burn
And i ll learn to take what s mine, she crawls on webs of lies
But never expire, not her she ll peel and writhe
She crawls on webs of lies, a witch will burn
I live without guilt, not her she ll peel and writhe
and i hope you love your life
i live without guilt
and live with your guilt
I live without guilt, and i won t cry, the cinnamon spider
and i won t cry
She crawls on webs of lies, too dead to ever acquire
The cinnamon spider, and live with your guilt
But never expire, and i hope you love your life, and live without guilt
And i won t cry, and i won t cry, i live without guilt
but never expire
Too dead to ever acquire, i am the cinnamon spider Off, i live without guilt
When she s thrown into the fire, she ll never retire, and everytime i tell that lie
