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?