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- wykonawca: Jack off Jill
- album: Clear Hearts Grey Flowers

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 I everytime 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 everytime 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

Bit heads off those who fail and try to imply her
Forlorn dispised
I am the cinnamon spider

I won't try
And everytime 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