Fountain of Good Fortune

I see a problem I'm not willing to adress

And I take pleasure in not wanting to impress

Cuz I'm drinking from the fountain of good fortune

And I see beauty and technology

In the simple sense amount of history

And its all too easy with the privilege of the fountain of good fortune

I've been washed, I've been anointed

I've eaten the body of the Lord

It's from the fountain of good fortune

Brings dirty, cloudy water

That pollutes the mind of anyone around.

Holding on to my own, burn it down when I'm gone

Holding on to my own,

Holding on

Holding on to my own, burn it down when I'm gone

Holding on to my own,

Holding on

Holding on to my own, (Times have been wierd)

Burn it down when I'm gone

(Back to the morge)

Holding on to my own, (Tune out the solitude)

Holding on

Holding on to my own, (Times have been wierd)

Burn it down when I'm gone (Back to the morge)

Holding on to my own, (Tune out the solitude)

Holding on