Welcome to the 1%
Alex Wilson
Description
A dark pop exploration of wealth, power, and moral ambiguity within the exclusive world of the 1%. 'Welcome to the 1%' blends haunting melodies with sharp, cynical lyrics, exposing the superficiality and ethical compromises inherent in extreme affluence. The song uses a blend of electronic and orchestral elements to create a tense, luxurious soundscape, punctuated by whispered vocals and unsettling sound effects that evoke the feeling of being constantly watched and judged.
Lyrics
Intro (whisper/sfx) Cameras smile. Doors unlock. Verse 1 Black SUV like a quiet threat, Hostess says my real name under breath. Velvet rope parts like the Red Sea rinse, NDA napkin, gold-foil prince. Mirror on the ceiling counting sins, Every toast says 'lose to win.' If heaven has a dress code, then this is it— All white teeth, all black wit. Pre-Chorus Smile like you're innocent, sign like you consent, Pay in silence, profit on the intent. You want the keys? Learn the accent— Say less, say yes, say I'm in. Chorus Welcome to the 1%— Where guilt is just a luxury scent. Speak with your black card, not your chest, Kiss the ring, hold your breath. If you want in, pay in blood or rent— Welcome to the 1%. Post-Chorus (chant / chopped vox) One—one—percent (hush). One—one—percent (touch). One—one—percent. Shh—don't confess. Verse 2 Rooftop pool like a midnight bruise, Caviar lies on a silver truth. Someone's halo tucked in a clutch, Saints in sequins, sinners in tux. We don't get caught, we get press, Charity ball for the sins we dress. If kindness is a currency, we tip in views— Your soul's on draft—pick and choose. Pre-Chorus Pray to the algorithm, kneel to the click, Gold-plated empathy, mercy on drip. Want a new past? Money's a script— Line one: forget. Line two: forgive. Chorus Welcome to the 1%— Where guilt is just a luxury scent. Speak with your black card, not your chest, Kiss the ring, hold your breath. If you want in, pay in blood or rent— Welcome to the 1%. Bridge (breakdown) Money is a language—you'll be fluent by the end. Rules are just suggestions if your lawyer is a friend. Love is on the menu, but it's market price tonight— Sign here in the candlelight. Your soul can be our delight. Drop one—one—one—percent… feel it… Final Chorus Welcome to the 1%— Where guilt is just a luxury scent. Talk with your black card, hold your breath, Kiss the ring like a sacrament. If you want in, pay in blood or rent— Welcome to the 1%. Tag (whisper) Cameras close. Keep the lens. The show begins…