2) - Pastor Please

“Pastor, Please” [Style: Gospel-pop-meets-modern-pop ballad — think Adele at a mega-church backed by a choir and trap beat. Slightly slower, full of tension, sass, and questioning.] [Verse 1 – soft piano + finger snaps] I sat in your pew in my Sunday best Pressed skirt, clean thoughts, bulletproof vest You smiled like God was in your teeth But your hands wandered underneath You said, “God sees all, God is love” But He missed what you did in the prayer alcove Now I’m sitting in silence, clenching my jaw While you sing about grace and the letter of the law [Pre-Chorus – rising beat, layered vocals] I came here to heal, not to kneel for shame But all I got was a holy name And a dirty game… [Chorus – full gospel choir + kick drum hits] Pastor, please — don’t look at me like that Like my doubt’s a sin, like I’m some lost brat You preach forgiveness, but dodge the truth Like heaven’s a boys’ club, and girls are just proof Pastor, please — I see through the show You’ve got gold-plated guilt and a televangelist glow But I ain’t your flock, and I sure ain’t blind God might be love — but you’re not that kind [Verse 2 – lower register, slow burn] He said purity’s power, and I should obey But why do the rules never go his way? He said women tempt, it’s the serpent’s curse But all I saw was a man getting worse and worse [Pre-Chorus – build again, heavier drums] Holy water won’t wash this clean You wore your collar like a guillotine And still call it faith… [Chorus – bigger, layered vocals, harmonies] Pastor, please — don’t gaslight the skies Don’t baptize my pain in your holy lies You kissed the Bible with blood on your tongue And told me to smile ‘cause I’m still young Pastor, please — keep your “divine” God might be love, but you crossed the line [Bridge – spoken word, echo effects, whispers of a choir in the background] They said trust the shepherd, he won’t mislead But wolves wear robes when they need to feed You said pray, but I’ve learned to scream Sometimes salvation’s just a dream [Final Chorus – stripped then explodes with full choir, defiant tone] Pastor, please — you don’t get to decide If I’m damned or saved or just asking why I walked out the door, I dropped the mask And found my faith in a flask Pastor, please — you don’t own the light God might be real — but you’re not right [Outro – gospel choir fades, only piano remains] God might be real… But you’re not right.