Текст песни Humans With No Souls - My Autumn

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