[Verse 1] I’m a shadow in the speaker, Lost between the wires and the sand. Every station sells me silence, Every prayer slips through my hand. [Chorus] I’m the static prophet, humming low, Calling out from where you’ll never go. Hear my voice through the broken band, A ghost that no one understands. [Verse 2] Paper idols on the roadside, Tin-can drums in the heat. I swallowed lightning for a sermon, But the thunder skipped the beat. [Chorus] I’m the static prophet, humming low, Calling out from where you’ll never go. Hear my voice through the broken band, A ghost that no one understands. [Bridge] Dust in my lungs, smoke in my veins, Numbers on fire, whisper your name. Spin the dial, but you’ll never find— I’m a broadcast lost in time. [Outro] I’m the static prophet, humming low, Always near, but you’ll never know.
