Bill Gates Library

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 fucking 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 fucking sick
Look in the mirror, inside the gold bathroom
Staring back at you is the gorgeous face of doom



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Reilly
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