Telepathy

And we steal our experience from an object that suffers
 But the brightest pain leaves a shadow in no one
 I saw you through the window masturbating to the violence
 And the blood and the bodies floated through the blue sun
 And the green earth turns to flesh in your hand
 And the ether was born in the lungs of an ancient man
 We hallucinate at night, our mind's in the light
 But I can't feel the body of the image which is now penetrating my sight
 But you're beautiful (but you're beautiful)
 And you're real (and you're real)
 Are you beautiful? (Are you beautiful?)
 Are you real? (Are you real?)
 And my body begins where your memory ends
 You were melted from stone, I was touched by your hands
 I can feel it when pleasure moves up your spine
 I can tell we're alive 'cause your blood just blended with mine
 And the angels of Heaven never sacrificed
 A sensation as pure as the cut of this knife
 The wisdom contained in the telepathy of fear
 Solidified our suffering into the droning sound I still hear
 But you're beautiful (but you're beautiful)
 And you're real (and you're real)
 Are you beautiful? (Are you beautiful?)
 Are you real? (Are you real?)
 Are you beautiful (but you're beautiful)
 And unreal? (And you're real)
 Are you beautiful? (Are you beautiful?)
 Are you real? (Are you real?)