Suite Sister Mary by Queensryche
Suite Sister Mary lyrics
Songwriters: Geoffrey Tate;Christopher Lee De Garmo
10 p.m.
I feel the rain coming down
My face feels the wet
My mind the storm
Flashing lights as people race
To find shelter from the pour
Moving silent, through the streets
They're mine, they're mine
Midnight
She sings praises in the hall
To saintly faces hallowed
Be their names she can't recall
Sister Mary, Virgin Mary
Silent with her sin
She feels me, I can taste
Her breath when she speaks
Mary, Mary just a whore for the underground
They made you pay in guilt for your salvation
Thought you had them fooled?
Now they've sent me for you
You know too much for your own good
Don't offer me faith, I've got all I need here
My faith is growing, growing tight against the seam
What we need is trust to keep us both alive
Help us make it through the night
I've no more want of any faith
Bind my arm and feed my mind
The only peace I've ever known
I'll close my eyes and you shoot
Mary, listen
You've got to pull your strength
From my lips, I pray I feed you well
Your precious cross is gone
It made me wait so long
For what you give to everyone
The priest is cold and dead, on his knees he fed
From my barrel of death, he turned
The holy water red, as he died he said
Thank you, I just watched him bleed
I feel the flow, the blessed stain
Sweating hands like fire, and flames
Burn my thighs, spread in sacrificial rite
The hallowed altar burns my flesh
Once more tonight
Mary, my lady of pain
Always alone
Blind, you search for the truth
I see myself in you
Parallel lives
Winding at light speed through time
No time to rest yet
We've got to stop this game
Before madness has the final laugh
Too much bloodshed
We're being used and fed
Like rats in experiments
No final outcome here
Only pain and fear
It's followed us both all our lives
There's one thing left to see
Will it be him or me?
There's one more candle left to light
Don't turn your back on my disgrace
The blood of Christ can't heal
My wounds so deep
The sins of man are all I taste
Can't spit the memory from my mind
I can't cry anymore
Mary, my lady of pain
Always alone
Blind you search for the truth
I see myself in you
Parallel lives
Winding at light-speed through time
You're mine
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