District Dreamers!

[I] Neon Rain on the skyline, Tokyo breathing light, Sanctified basslines echo through the cloisters of the night, Shibuya crossing like a tithe out of time, Every pilgrimage, every soul moving in the climb. From consecrated portals to towers in the sky, Nihon nocturnes—where the apparitions come alive.
[1] Back in the relic years with the vinyl spin craze, Incandescence burning through a lavender haze, Provident economy, the chalice overflow, Apostles by day, by night let the inner fire reveal. Ethereal rhythms, silk vestments, mirrored halls, (Sovereign guardians!) Underground kings in electric-lit halls. Tribute in the air, dreams vaster than life, Tokyo ritualized on the edge of a knife.
[C] From Womb to AgeHa, the speaker ignite, Velvet tabernacles dripping in bass and light, Communion shadows, Vision’s roar, Hallowed sanctuaries shaking the core. A new kind of freedom in the underground.Hands up high where the neon sanctifies, Every Drop hits, (ascension!) every heartbeat glorifies, Nippon nights, forever unconsecrated, In every club, (Shrine!) a legend is Named!
[2] The Great Revelation, shift in the psalm and the tone, Cataclysmic crash but the temple held its own, Ravens (Vespers!) in the shadows, techno-liturgy took control, Witch-House echoes feeding every wayward soul. Harajuku raiment, colors breaking the gray, New sects forming where the misfits play. (pariahs!) Fashion and music transubstantiate into one, Nightlife resurrected in the age of the sun.
[C] From Womb to AgeHa, the speaker ignite, Velvet tabernacles dripping in bass and light, Communion shadows, Vision’s roar, Hallowed sanctuaries shaking the core.A new kind of freedom in the underground. Hands up high where the neon sanctifies, Every Drop hits, (ascension!) every heartbeat glorifies, Nippon nights, forever unconsecrated, In every club, (Shrine!) a legend is Named! 
[B] Tokyo moves with a canonically crafted precision, Every detail a deliberate revelation, While American nights run heathen and wild, Loose with pandemonium, (Chaos!) raw energy. Nihon refines every sound, every spark, White feathered vultures prosper in the sound of the dark, Two worlds converge on the sacrificial plane, Different disciples, but the spirit the same. (Shark!)
[3] Millenium rise, digital pulses collide, (Beat!) LED visions and the internet tide, Ecumenical DJs, cultures intertwine, (Global!) Tokyo nights on a Goth Fashion line. VIP floors and the laser-cut glow, (Sanctum!) From Roppongi heights to the streets below, threads and music fuse into one, Nocturn resurrected and reborn, in the age of the sun. (transubstantiate!)
[O] Kabukicho whispers in crimson night, Shibuya still reveling into the lights, Roppongi calling with a global sound, (anthem!) In every district, life is found. From underground bars to the cloud views, A thousand parables in neon hues. (Japan!) Hallowed nocturnes singing, Lost in the City - A District of Dreams!

Fast High Energy 140 BPM/ Japanese Style - Electro Pop, Witch House, Industrial Pop, male.