Текст песни Queensryche — Suite Sister Mary

(Chris De Garmo/Geoff Tate)

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.

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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