Self-Righteous

[Intro: Funky modern drum loop kicks in at 81 BPM. A 'laid-back', walking bassline, a muted trumpet plays a lazy, questioning melody. A 'Jazz Age' piano riff loops.] [Verse 1: Vocal is passive, 'reflective', conversational. Bass and drums are central. Internal rhymes are woven in.] Another long post, another public fight Another "clicktivist" trying to shed some light. But you're just performing for the validation, Using that "public forum" for the adulation. You're not building bridges, you're just building a brand. Replaced all your reason with moral grandstands. It's all "black and white", there's no room between. The most "correct" opinion that they've ever seen. You don't want a dialogue, you just want a war, less about the cause, and more about the score. It's a "self-interested social comparison" you think you've won, and honestly, it's just getting arrogant... and tiresome. [Chorus: Horn section swells. Vocals are melodic, sung-rap, 'Talk To' style.The tone is weary and melancholic.] It must be nice to have it all figured out. No gray, no doubt. You're just so... (beat) ...self-righteous. (beat) Yeah, you're just so... ...self-righteous. It must be easy... living "all-or-nothing". Must be freeing... to be so... ...self-righteous. And never feel the sting of "I don't know." [Verse 2: Funky beat continues. The flow is still 'reflective' and 'conversational', describing relatable scenarios.] I tried to be open, I tried to connect. Showed you my flaws and you showed me... neglect. I told you that one thing, you "exploded", held it like a weapon, all loaded. Your "strict definition of morality". One mistake makes a "total failure" out of me. At the job, you just won't get off it, bragging 'bout your hours, that's your logic. "Lying awake" feeling better than the rest, creating "factions" with that weight on your chest. Your opinions are "set in concrete", permanent, inflexible. You don't listen, you just wait 'til you're textual. It's impossible. [Chorus: Horn section swells. Vocals are melodic, sung-rap, 'Talk To' style. Tone is weary and melancholic.] It must be nice to have it all figured out. No gray, no doubt. You're just so... (beat) ...self-righteous. (beat) Yeah, you're just so... ...self-righteous. It must be easy... living "all-or-nothing". Must be freeing... to be so... ...self-righteous. And never feel the sting of "I don't know." [Minimal hi-hat. Vocal is almost confessional, vulnerable, directly addressing the subject.] What are you so afraid of? What's behind that "heavy armor"? All that "posturing" just makes the "disconnection" harder. I'm not trying to fight you. I'm not trying to win. I was just trying to find a way to let me in. But that "intolerance of ambiguity"... it's a lonely place to be. 'Cause you'd rather be right... than get it right... with me. [Chorus: Full instrumental returns. 'Gatsby-Funk' at full energy. Melodic vocals, but with a final, resigned tone.] It must be nice to have it all figured out. No gray, no doubt. You're just so... (beat) ...self-righteous. (beat) Yeah, you're just so... ...self-righteous. It must be easy... living "all-or-nothing". Must be freeing... to be so... ...self-righteous. And never feel the sting of "I don't know." [Outro: Muted trumpet solo improvises over the funky beat. The 'Jazz Age' piano chords play. The beat and horns fade out slowly, leaving just the final, melancholic trumpet note.]