The glad lunatic, boasted his wealth
Because he said he owns the sun and also the moon
There's one where in wealth lays down on money
But the golden trunk's purely contained with sin
The lunatic refers to songs without meaning
Your head would shake, calling him foolish
There's one who isn't crazed, knowing a different song
To be praying all day, but a liar anyway
Who's glorious? Who's the true lunatic?
Who's lucky? Who's calling for mercy?
Are they the ones born without deficient thinking
Oh, the mind is sufficient, but in love is lacking
What he solely wears are very ragged clothes
That sympathizes to his very torn mind
There is a young adorned man, with pure diamonds and jewels
But when they're taken off his skin's in a snakelike color
Who's glorious? Who's the true lunatic?
Who's lucky? Who's calling for mercy?
Are they the ones born without deficient thinking
Oh, the mind is sufficient, but in love is lacking
Who's glorious? Who's the lunatic?
You're such a glorious lunatic
In his actions and movements, we are in awe
In our eyes, he's just solely crazed
But if we are to be judged at once
In the eyes of God, he's beyond holy
Who's glorious? Who's the true lunatic?
Who's lucky? Who's calling for mercy?
Are they the ones born without deficient thinking
Oh, the mind is sufficient
So who, who?
Who?