and writhe but never expire She crawls on webs of lies I die up inside her to take whats mine that bitch the cinnamon spider
I wont try and every time I tell that lie I live without guilt and I wont cry and I hope you love your life and live with your guilt
Consumed by hate and guilt Shell 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 wont try and every time I tell that lie I live without guilt and I wont 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 wont try and every time I tell that lie I live without guilt and I wont cry and I hope you love your life and live with your guilt
and I am fine and Ill learn to take whats mine and live without guilt Oh yeah