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 Shine Paper's shine