Superstition

[Verse 1] I walk out to the edge of the lake Eyes following the water as it washes my convictions away He stops me when I’m starting to pray [Chorus] He says: “Intuition is awakening suspicion” He says: “My tradition is the art of superstition” [Verse 2] I wake up in the light of the fire Eyes burning like the ashes in submission to the heat of desire He tells me not to preach to the choir [Chorus 2] He says: “This condition is a slow decomposition” He says: “My religion is the practice of sedition” [Bridge] He says... [Outro] He says “Intuition is awakening suspicion” He says: “My tradition is the art of superstition” “This condition is a slow decomposition” He says: “My religion is the practice of sedition”