They whisper 'bout the path I stray, call it sin's wild, neon way.

But my rhythm's got a different beat, from the street to the sacred seat.

[Vocal Ad-Lib] Oh, Lord, they don't know this fire!

No stained-glass dogma, no golden chain, just this heart, free from every rain.

Every step a defiance, a silent plea, for the soul that's meant to be.

[Pre-Chorus Elevation] Can you feel it rising, rising up in me?

This isn't a sermon, it's a sonic purge, a synth-line surge, an electric urge!

Bass drum thunder, a righteous bass, shaking foundations in this holy place.

[Beat Drop] Yeah! Let the Speakers Preach!

They judge the dress, the reckless glance, but my spirit’s in this frenzied dance.

Got a halo made of static hum, speaking truth when the silence comes.

[Riff] (Synth arpeggio ascends rapidly)

Call me sinner, call me saint, I'm the canvas, no more paint.

Just raw emotion, a righteous groove, in the rhythm, I truly move.

[Choir Swell] Hallelujah to the untamed soul!

Pulpit pulse, through the club's dark air, a silent prayer, a daring stare.

Pulpit pulse, no turning back, on this electronic, sacred track.

[Build-up] Feel the conviction, feel the might!

My gospel's etched in a kick drum's boom, chasing shadows from every room.

No confession, just pure release, finding my own kind of inner peace.

[Synth Solo] (Melodic, yet driving, blending Pop and Techno elements)

They say the devil wears Prada, honey, I wear the truth for all the money.

Dancing with demons, or with angels bright, under the disco ball's holy light.

[Spoken Word] "The spirit moves in mysterious ways, child."

Pulpit pulse, through the club's dark air, a silent prayer, a daring stare.

Pulpit pulse, no turning back, on this electronic, sacred track.

[Key Change] (Uplifting, powerful)

Oh, this ain't no redemption song, it's where I belong, where I feel strong!

Breaking chains with every beat, a holy rebel, sweet and complete.

[Outro Groove] (Beat slowly fades, synth pad remains)

Pulpit Pulse... yeah...

[Fade-Out]