Who Am I To Judge

Moody indie-pop with male vocals, soft synth pads and a lazy drum groove, Verses stay hushed with close-mic vocal and subtle chorus on guitar; chorus blooms with airy harmonies and a simple, sticky lead line, Light reverb on snare, warm sub underneath, and a late-song lift with a tambourine shimmer, clean

[Verse 1] Is the casino Satan's temple Or just carpets and fake gold Eyeliner smudged in the mirror Pocket full of almost-wins Neon saints above the tables Everyone praying to spin Dealer hands me another maybe I drink it like medicine [Chorus] Who am I to judge All this glitter All this guilt If the bathroom's clean as heaven But my thoughts are on tilt Is it sin Is it shelter When the night feels like a drug All these broken little altars Who am I to judge [Verse 2] Old man feeds his last blue ticket To a hungry silver mouth Couple fights in whispered curses Then they kiss it halfway out Ceiling painted like a sunrise You can’t tell it’s 4 a.m Some folks chase a higher power Some just chase the ATM [Chorus] Who am I to judge All this glitter All this guilt If the bathroom's clean as heaven But my thoughts are on tilt Is it sin Is it shelter When the night feels like a drug All these broken little altars Who am I to judge [Bridge] Maybe faith is just a question Asked in too-bright Sunday clothes Maybe doubt is just confession Underneath these strobing halos [Chorus] Who am I to judge All this glitter All this guilt If the bathroom's clean as heaven But my heart is standing still Is it sin Is it shelter If we’re all just needing love All these broken little altars Who am I to judge

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