Woods of Infinity - Excursions Into The Uncanny Valley | Текст песни

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• Woods of Infinity
• Excursions Into The Uncanny Valley

've gone through the most of my life
beneath a veil of false pretense.
Imitating movement - copying response.
That I've never been found out is a
great mystery to me.

Each time I smile I wonder why they
don't just point and scream and run
for their lives. Each word I speak
comes out as a lie. Rehearsed each
gesture and each step to the point
of aristry.

Am I a monster?

There's not lust for blood or suffering.
No atrocities, destructive needs.
Just a growing void.
An emotional vaccum demands no misdeeds.

The few times I actually do feel, those
are precious moments. Small bits of
nostalgia that I force. Wounds that I
poke. Painful memories that I invoke
and the dying embers of love.

From the cleft of Venus to the shadow
of death I will walk this uncanny
valley. There's an abyss between us,
growing wider each day.