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Queensryche - Suite Sister Mary Queensryche - Suite Sister Mary | *** Autor textu: DeGarmo, Tate *** Autor hudby: Queensryche | 10pm. 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.
The'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 sins.
She feels me. I can taste her breath when she speaks.
Mary, Mary, just a whore for the underground.
They made yu pay in guilt for your salvation.
Thought you had them fooled?
Now they've sent me for you.
You know too much for you're own good.
Don't offer me faith.
I've got all that 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.
Mary: 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 eykes and you shoot!
No Mary listen, you've got to pull your strength from my lips.
I pray I feed you well.
You're precious cross is gone.
You made me wait so long for what you gave 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.
Mary: I feel the flow. The blessed stain.
Sweating hands like fire and flames burn my thinghs,
Spread in sacrificial rite.
The hallowed alter burns my flesh once more tonight.
Mary sweet 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 his 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.
Mary: 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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