theres nothing like the fever that stalking softly creeping climbing with fervor to feed the need theres nothing like distraction that deepens the darkness of the greed and leads to the choking and expertly extinguishing of a life dream left lost and wilted to the floor ho hum so it goes me go my way you go why when all ways lead would you leave ho hum so it goes youre just another disbeliever caught up in the fever more and more and so it goes me go my way you go why when all ways lead would you leave more and more and so it goes theres nothing like the expert expecting perfection but secretly gnaws inside cheeks scrapes at heart empty and craving for the fill that saps strength leaving tastebuds hollow hope unfilled tongue untrusting and deflated and aching for more  ho hum so it goes me go my way you go why when all ways lead would you leave ho hum so it goes youre just another disbeliever caught up in the fever more and more and so it goes me go my way you go why when all ways lead would you leave more and more and so it goes how is the tried untrusted the whispers left to the leaves how is the tried untrusted the whispers left to the leaves and how sacred is the flight the feeling of full morning mist fear spread like butter over mountain tree tops like whispers on the leaves like whispers on the leaves like whispers on the leaves like whispers on the leaves