Trance Called Superstition by The Gifted Children Lyrics

You’re in a trance called superstition
Collecting and believing
The voices from the past
Created by lesser men
Never forgetting their names
Every blinking eyelid holds a dream

I know that you can see shadows
But this time I think you’re mistaken
And when the night has gone badly
And headlights are screaming at me
I have one more question for you -
What is it you think you see?
I have one more question for you -
What is it you think you see?