I'm stuck in the Bill Gates Library
Looks like it was built in the seventies
I've got Shelby standing next to me
Showing me her toes
I don't wanna see that shit
You know it makes me f*cking sick
We're in a dream, stuck in a dream
And nothing is as it seems
Wrapped in plastic, not meant to be touched
But the wrapping didn't imply as such
I guess it's apparent looks can deceive
As he yells for me to leave, to leave
I don't wanna see that shit
You know it makes me f*cking sick
Look in the mirror, inside the gold bathroom
Staring back at you is the gorgeous face of doom