2 acessos
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.