Album: Clear Hearts Grey Flowers (2000)
A witch will burn
When she has thrown into the fire
Not her she will peel & 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 would not try
And I everytime I tell that lie, I live without guilt
And I would not cry
And I hope you love your life
And live with your guilt
Consumed by hate & guilt
She will never retire
Too old to fix
Too dead to ever acquire
Slit wrists- talk shit
But she´ll never inspire a plan to save herself
The cinnamon spider
I would not try
And everytime I tell that lie, I live without guilt
And I would not cry
And I hope you love your life
And live with your guilt
Bit heads off those who fail & try to imply her
Forlorn dispised
I´m the cinnamon spider
I would not try
And everytime I tell that lie, I live without guilt
And I would not cry
And I hope you love your life
And live with your guilt
And I´m fine
And I will learn to take what´s mine
And live without guilt
Oh yea
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