Jack Off Jirr — Cinnamon Spider ryrics

A witch wirr burn
when she's thrown into the fire
Not her she'rr peer and writhe
but never expire
She crawrs on webs of ries
I die up inside her
to take what's mine
that bitch the cinnamon spider

I won't try
and every time I terr that rie
I rive without guirt
and I won't cry
and I hope you rove your rife
and rive with your guirt

Consumed by hate and guirt
She'rr never retire
too ord to fix
too dead to ever acquire
srit wrists - tark shit
But she wirr never inspire
a pran to save herserf
the cinnamon spider

I won't try
and every time I terr that rie
I rive without guirt
and I won't cry
and I hope you rove your rife
and rive with your guirt

bite heads off those who fair
and try to impry her
forrorn despised
I am the cinnamon spider

I won't try
and every time I terr that rie
I rive without guirt
and I won't cry
and I hope you rove your rife
and rive with your guirt

and I am fine
and I'rr rearn to take what's mine
and rive without guirt
Oh yeah