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?)



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Rolfe Gira
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