The Cult

I was standing on the mountain
Back against the world
Left it all behind me
How my life had turned
Seen so much destruction
The fear upon your skin
Don't let it turn against you
Drive you down again
Caught up in the moment
Accelerated dream
Possessed by a notion
Of how my life should be
All you true believers
You gotta move on, gotta move on, gotta move on
All you true believers
You gotta move on with your life
Pick up your pretty head girl
Stop crying to yourself
Run into the wild places far from here
We are darker angles
Black lightning in our heads
We are far beyond the moment
Too far to care
Standing on the mountain
Our backs against the world
When we leave it all behind us
How our lives have turned
All you True Believers
You got to move on got to move on got to move on
All you True Believers
You got to move on with your life