Telepathy

And we steal our experience from an object that suffers But the brightest pain leaves a shadow on 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 hallucinated 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. And you're real Are you beautiful? 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 because your blood just blended with mine And the angels of heaven never sacrificed a sensation as pure as the cut of this knife And the wisdom contained in the telepathy of fear Solidified our suffering into the droning sound I still hear But you're beautiful. And you're real Are you beautiful? Are you real?