Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Found a new religion Right here on this sticky floor Wristband on Confession Stamped in UV at the door All my heavy questions Dissolving in a colored haze Heartbeat like a blessing As the crowd begins to sway [Chorus] I raise my hands to the dancefloor gods Let the rhythm take my flaws (take it all) Every fear that I drag along I surrender to the sound Spin my doubts in a spiral of sparks 'til they burn right out of my heart In this temple of losing control I get saved by the sound [Verse 2] Sunday comes on Friday My choir’s in worn-out shoes Strangers pressed beside me Singing every hurt they knew Sweat like holy water Running down my smiling face Every drop a prayer Every breath amazing grace [Chorus] I raise my hands to the dancefloor gods Let the rhythm take my flaws (let it go) Every fear that I drag along I surrender to the sound Spin my doubts in a spiral of sparks 'til they burn right out of my heart In this temple of losing control I get saved by the sound [Bridge] Take my worries Take my shame Let it all dissolve In the glow and the haze If tomorrow hurts I’ll still say amen 'cause tonight I am born again (born again) [Chorus] I raise my hands to the dancefloor gods Let the rhythm take my flaws (oh-oh) Every fear that I drag along I surrender to the sound Spin my doubts in a spiral of sparks 'til they burn right out of my heart In this temple of losing control I get saved by the sound Yeah In this temple of losing control I get saved by the sound
Tags
dance, Driving four-on-the-floor trance-pop, shimmering synth arps, and a swelling sidechained pad bed. Male vocals glide between breathy verses and a soaring, chantable hook; wide stereo claps and bright top-line lead in the chorus. Subby bass anchors the low end, with a filtered break in the bridge that drops into a euphoric final hook layered with gang vocals and airy delays., trance
Duration
4:06
Instrumental
No
Created
4/6/2026