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...





Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore..."
from the
"The Raven"
by Edgar Allen Poe