Time’s like a running river And it can’t be turned back
Now everything that matters They can sell for an old song And they've built a devotion Upon the ruins of our hopes
And everyone is on their knees
Who thinks that money makes the power, For they will jump from the tower And Betray themselves – surrender for the money Betray themselves – sell out their friends
How could you think that all things have a price?
I! I remember all The ones who lost their minds From the paper’s shine
Where? Where are they now? Who’ll come when they call? Humans with no souls. They have got no trust.
Now! Now I can see That dirty life Is not for me
No! You have got no right To try to make a cult Of the paper’s shine