Letra Música Superstition – The Birthday Massacre
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
“Intuition 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 a slow decomposition”
He says
“My religion is the practice of sedition”
He says
He says
“Intuition is awakening suspicion”
He says
“My tradition is the art of superstition”
“This condition is a slow decomposition”
He says
“My religion is the practice of sedition”
The Birthday Massacre – Superstition – Ouvir Música