The dinner’s going great, the champagne is on ice, We’re celebrating status and everything nice. My dad’s giving speeches about profit and pride, About how "hard work" is the only real guide. He says every man’s gotta look out for his own, That "community" is just a myth people have grown. Then a knock at the door kills the vibe in the room, And a guy walks in like a cloud full of doom. He’s not a regular cop, he’s got this heavy stare, Like he already knows every secret we’ve got in there. He pulls out a photo of a girl who just died, A girl who was pushed until she had nowhere to hide. My dad says, "I fired her, but that’s just the game, She asked for a raise, so she’s the one to blame." But the Inspector just looks at us, calm and cold, And tells us the story is about to unfold. He turns to my sister, says, "You remember the store? When you complained to the manager and walked out the door?" She realizes she got the girl sacked for a look, Because she felt insecure about the clothes that she took. Then he looks at my sister's fiancé, the "perfect" guy, And reveals he had a secret apartment on the sly. He kept the girl there like a trophy on a shelf, Until he got bored and went back to himself. Then he gets to my mum, the head of the charity board, The one who thinks she’s doing the work of the Lord. The girl came for help, she was pregnant and broke, But my mum turned her down like it was some kind of joke. She told her to go find the father and pray, Not knowing her own son was the one who’d have to pay. Yeah, it turns out my brother was the final blow, Taking advantage of a girl with nowhere to go. We’re all linked together, like a chain or a net, Every selfish decision is a permanent debt. The Inspector says, "We aren't alone in this place, We’re all responsible for every single human face." He warns us that if we don’t learn this for real, We’ll be taught it in fire and blood and steel. Then he walks out the door, leaving us in the quiet, Our "perfect" little world starting to turn into a riot. The parents are relieved when the phone doesn't ring, Thinking the "fake" cop didn't change a thing. They’re laughing it off, wanting to go back to the start, While me and my sister are falling apart. But then the real call comes, and the room goes dead, Everything the Inspector just told us is ahead. The girl is really gone, the sirens are near, And the "truth" we ignored is finally here.
