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The Birthday Massacre - Superstition Lyrics

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
He says "Intuiton is awakening suspicion. "
He says "My tradition is the art of superstition. "

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
He says, "This condition is slow decomposition. "
He says, "My religion is the pratice of sedition. "

He says "Intuiton is awakening suspicion. "
He says "My tradition is the art of superstition. "
He says, "This condition is slow decomposition. "
He says, "My religion is the pratice of sedition. "