It's a dancer!

[Lyrics] [Intro Sample] (He's a dancer... a rhythm addict... a fucking dancer!) [Verse 1] [Music: The b**t and bassline k**k in immediately, setting the specific style (galloping, groovy, epic, or funky).] The b**t begins... a fire in my soul. My body moves... beyond my own control. In the street... in the light... A slave to the rhythm... day and night. (Can't stop me!) [Chorus] [Music: The energy explodes. Synths, choirs, or other elements enter.] I AM A DANCER! THIS IS MY TRANCE! THE WORLD KEEPS STARING, I DON'T GIVE A GLANCE! I AM A DANCER! THIS IS MY DISEASE! THE RHYTHM IS THE ONLY THING THAT GIVES ME PEACE! (The only thing!) [Instrumental Trip 1] [Music: A long instrumental section. Solos, chants, samples, or synth leads, depending on the style.] [Verse 2] A funeral dirge... a holy hymn... Doesn't matter the sound... I give in to the whim. My feet start to move... my head starts to nod... The b**t is my pulse... the DJ is my god. (He is my god!) [Chorus] [Music: Explodes again with more power.] I AM A DANCER! THIS IS MY TRANCE! THE WORLD KEEPS STARING, I DON'T GIVE A GLANCE! I AM A DANCER! THIS IS MY DISEASE! THE RHYTHM IS THE ONLY THING THAT GIVES ME PEACE! (Gives me peace!) [Instrumental Trip 2] [Music: Another long instrumental section, maybe more intense or melodic.] [Bridge] [Music: The b**t breaks down to its most minimal element (bassline, drums, or a pad).] They call it sickness... I call it prayer... They see a madman... I'm walking on air... [The Kryptonite Twist] [Voice: A conspiratorial whisper over the minimal b**t.] But every Superman... has his kryptonite... I can dance to anything... that feels right... The sun, the moon, the stars... I dance to it all... But I fall to my knees... when I hear that Trap call... (That's the secret... the weakness... my only fall...) [Final Drop / Outro] [Music: The full track slams back in for a final, powerful blast of energy.] [Samples layered over the outro b**t.] (Rhythm Addict!) (A best dancer!)