Lost in your superstition
Gut feelings, premonitions
Truth sold by repetition
Just go in peace, go in peace
In the morning sun I awoke to a nightmare
Like a loaded gun black smoke and the lords prayer
Wuhuhuhu Wuhuhuhu Yeah
Wuhuhuhu Wuhuhuhu Yeah
Can’t see my own reflection
Truth is our own invention
Done for our own protection
But I can’t see, I can’t see
In the morning sun I awoke to a nightmare
Like a loaded gun black smoke and the lords prayer
Wuhuhuhu Wuhuhuhu Yeah
Wuhuhuhu Wuhuhuhu Yeah