Superstition by The Birthday Massacre Lyrics
[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”
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”