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