Suite Sister Mary - 2007 Live At The Moore Theater in Seattle - Queensrÿche

Dr. X: "Kill her. That's all you have to do."

Nikki: "Kill Mary?"

Dr. X: "She's a risk, and get the priest as well."

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

Midnite, 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

Binds my arm and feed my mind

The only peace I've ever known

I'll close my eyes and you shoot

No 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 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

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, 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

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