Queensryche

(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