The road to hell is paved with chocolate treats, and candy corn is sown at the side of the streets. Every morsel promises to make you satisfied, but every wrapper carries another lie. The road to hell winds through a gingerbread town. It looks real good, tastes real good, but truth be told, it leads straight down. And every ounce tells, when every pound kills, and every loose tooth betrays another wrong move, in the diet of denial. Denial. Denial.