The Birthday Massacre - Superstition

^BmI walk out to the edge of the lake Eyes f^Aollowing the water as it washes my convictions away ^EHe stops me when I'm starting to pray

He says, ^BmIntuit^Dion is awa^Gkening suspicion He says, ^BmMy trad^Aition is the a^Grt of superstition.

^BmI wake up in the light of the fire Eyes b^Aurning like the ashes in submission to the heat of desire ^EHe tells me not to preach to the choir

^AHe says, ^BmThis co^Dndition is a s^Glow decomposition. He says, ^BmMy rel^Digion is th^Ge practice of sedition.

He says,^Bm Intuition is awakening suspicion He says,^F#m My tradition is the art of superstition. He says,^A This condition is a slow decomposition. He says,^F#m My religion is the practice of sedition.