I guess there might be some sort of message in this one. Decide for yourselves

A single white rose left on the bed Linen woven from ten thousand threads Luxury living can go to your head Scented candles, artisan bread

Bills piling up, not safe on the streets Second guessing everyone you meet The price of life can be the cost of truth We’ve seen the film, we’ve seen the proof

And still the rich grow bigger every year Elevated above the panic and fear They don’t have to worry about things like you do They can still work from home if they want to

They still have homes With bars for protection Cameras pointed in every direction And whispers of drones in the sky They still think that they are the good guys

(c) words and music G Todd 2026