I Have to Return Some Video Tapes

Although my guise may seem human

The tissues i'm formed of are simply not real

We may become friends, but only on the surface

We shall remain

You can give me the universe, nothing is ever enough

I'm as pale as can be, the deeper you dig the paler you will see

You can spend aeons getting to know me

But you'll never quite reach the source

Your dealing with a complex maniac

And when you make love its with a dead horse