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(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
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 faith
Bind 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
CHORUS
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 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
nly 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
CHORUS
You`re mine
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(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
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 faith
Bind 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
CHORUS
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 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
nly 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
CHORUS
You`re mine
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