Superstition

Bm F#m A Bm Bm I walk out to the edge of the lake A Eyes following the water as it washes my convictions away E He stops me when I'm starting to pray Bm D G He says, Intuition is awakening suspicion Bm A G He says, €œMy tradition is the art of superstition. Bm F#m A F#m Bm Bm I wake up in the light of the fire A Eyes burning like the ashes in submission to the heat of desire E He tells me not to preach to the choir A Bm D G He says, This condition is a slow decomposition. Bm D G He says, My religion is the practice of sedition. Intstrumental Bm F#m A F#m Bm 2x Bm He says, Intuition is awakening suspicion F#m He says, €œMy tradition is the art of superstition. A He says, This condition is a slow decomposition. F#m He says, My religion is the practice of sedition.