ladies and gentlemen, we're into single digits. can you smell the fear, the anxiety? can you taste defeat? can you feel the world coming to an end? can you see it now? i sure hope it's just the nocebo effect. or maybe it's just your voodoo working.

i fell in love with your body and soul,
my hands feel sticky and my heads are as cold.
my sugar tastes sour and my salt taste sweet,
i wanna lay down but i just can't sleep.

round and round, it's the same old thing,
heartache, misery, trouble and pain.

slow down baby, you're going too fast,
you love this voodoo and i just can't last.
i cried last night and the night before,
20 long hours, my eyes are sore.

it's your voodoo working, and i can't get away.