Spirit of a Madman

Nothing maters in this world Everything is about the sword Everything is about the gold And even if you have soul of gold I’ll have to confess Such soul is almost worthless We all fallow our destiny When I was younger I thought I was free In this world there is beauty But even living for eternity Life would be empty Never truly free I wish from philosophical point of view Dreams would come true I wish life was not design by a fool As it is because of idiot that is cool I wish to be Able to truly Control my destiny I wish to be philosophically free If that means I’m crazy Let it be Only fool will not see That which is clear to me