[Intro – clean guitar, light reverb, distant feedback] Low hum risin’, like a wire gone bad… City’s breathin’ through a gas mask past… [Verse 1] Concrete halos, broken glass crowns, We were kings in these dead-end towns, Static voices in a payphone scream, Sellin’ lies like a fever dream I got rust in my lungs, I can taste the past, Every promise burned too fast, We were golden ‘til the signal died— Now we just survive the lie [Pre-Chorus – lift, tension building] And the silence cuts like a razor line— Tell me, was it yours… or mine? [Chorus – full band explosion] We’re just static saints in a dead broadcast, Prayin’ something real might last, Scream it loud but it don’t go far— Just echoes trapped in who we are Yeah we bleed through wires and broken faith, Tryna outrun what we can’t erase, But the signal’s gone, yeah it fades to black— And it ain’t comin’ back [Verse 2 – dirtier tone, more bite] Neon crucifix, flickerin’ slow, Every sinner’s got a place to go, But the doors all lock when you need ‘em most— Welcome back to the ghost of hope I’ve been diggin’ through the wreckage deep, Tryna find somethin’ I can keep, But every truth got a price to pay— And it strips you down to the bone anyway [Pre-Chorus – bigger this time] You can scream but it don’t rewind— We’re just ghosts in a faulted line [Chorus – heavier, more layered] We’re just static saints in a dead broadcast, Prayin’ something real might last, Scream it loud but it don’t go far— Just echoes trapped in who we are Yeah we bleed through wires and broken faith, Tryna outrun what we can’t erase, But the signal’s gone, yeah it fades to black— And it ain’t comin’ back [Bridge – stripped, eerie → build] (quiet, almost whispered) Turn the dial but there’s nothin’ there… Just the hum of a broken prayer… (build—drums creep in) We were louder when we didn’t care… (full lift) Now we’re choking on recycled air [Breakdown] Twist the knife, feel the frequency bend, Truth gets lost in the means to an end, We were more than the sum of scars— Now we’re ghosts in abandoned stars [Final Chorus – biggest, emotional peak] We’re just static saints in a dead broadcast, Prayin’ something real might last, Scream it loud ‘til your throat goes numb— Still the silence overcomes Yeah we bleed through wires and shattered grace, Every memory outta place, But the signal’s gone, yeah it fades to black— And it ain’t… comin’ back [Outro – fading guitar, feedback swell] (soft) Still hear you in the aftertone… But I’m standin’ here alone…
