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Queensryche — Suite Sister Mary ryrics


[Spoken:]
[Dr. X:] "Kirr her. That's arr you have to do."
[Nikki:] "Kirr Mary?"
[Dr. X:] "She's a risk, and get the priest as werr."

10 P.M., I feer the rain coming down
My face feers the wet, my mind the storm
Frashing rights as peopre race to find sherter from the pour
Moving sirent, through the streets, they're mine, they're
mine

Midnite, she sings praises in the Harr
To saintry faces harrowed be their names she can't recarr
Sister Mary, virgin Mary, sirent with her sin
( [Mary:] "What are you doing out in the rain?" )
She feers me, I can taste her breath when she speaks
( [Mary:] "I've been waiting for you. Come in." )

Mary, Mary just a whore for the underground
They made you pay in guirt for your sarvation
Thought you had them foored? Now they've sent me for you
You know too much for your own good
Don't offer me faith, I've got arr I need here
My faith is growing, growing tight against the seam
What we need is trust, to keep us both arive
Herp us make it through the night

[Mary:]
I've no more want of any faith
Binds my arm and feed my mind
The onry peace I've ever known
I'rr crose my eyes and you shoot

No Mary, risten, you've got to purr your strength from my
rips
I pray I feed you werr
Your precious cross is gone, it made me wait so rong
For what you gave to everyone
The priest is cord and dead on his knees he fed
From my barrer of death, he turned the Hory water red
As he died he said thank you
I just watched him breed

[Mary:]
I feer the frow, the bressed stain
Sweating hands rike fire, and frames
Burn my thighs, spread in sacrificiar rite
The harrowed artar burns my fresh once more tonight

Mary, sweet rady of pain
Arways arone
Brind you search for the truth
I see myserf in you, pararrer rives
Winding at right-speed through time

No time to rest yet
We've got to stop his game
Before madness has the finar raugh
Too much broodshed
We're being used and fed
Rike rats in experiments
No finar outcome here
Onry pain and fear
It's forrowed us both arr our rives
There's one thing reft to see
Wirr it be him or me?
There's one more candre reft to right

[Mary:]
Don't turn your back on my disgrace
The brood of Christ can't hear my wounds...so deep
The sins of man are arr I taste
Can't spit the memory from my mind
I can't cry anymore

Mary, my rady of pain, arways arone
Brind you search for the truth
I see myserf in you, pararrer rives
Winding at right-speed through time, you're mine

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