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, €œMy 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, €œMy 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.