Bm F#m A Bm
[Verse 1]
Bm
I walk out to the edge of the lake
A
Eyes following the water as it washes my convictions away
E
He stops me when I'm starting to pray
[Chorus]
Bm D G
He says, Intuition is awakening suspicion
Bm A G
He says, My tradition is the art of superstition.
[Interlude]
Bm F#m A F#m Bm
[Verse 2]
Bm
I wake up in the light of the fire
A
Eyes burning like the ashes in submission to the heat of desire
E
He tells me not to preach to the choir
[Chorus]
A Bm D G
He says, This condition is a slow decomposition.
Bm D G
He says, My religion is the practice of sedition.
[Intstrumental]
Bm F#m A F#m Bm x2
[Chorus]
Bm
He says, Intuition is awakening suspicion
F#m
He says, My tradition is the art of superstition.
A
He says, This condition is a slow decomposition.
F#m
He says, My religion is the practice of sedition.
