Flicker on the dashboard, light goin’ ghost,
Radio hummin’ like it miss what it knows.
I been prayin’ to static, searchin’ for a sound,
God don’t speak when the world too loud.
Every prayer I send just loops on repeat,
Like a broken record stuck on “believe.”
My halo buzzin’ with bad reception,
Tryin’ to tune grace through misdirection.

If heaven got a hotline, it must be down,
All I get’s feedback and background sound.

Static halo, dim and hummin’,
Faith fuzzed out but I keep runnin’.
I don’t need clear skies, just a sign that stays,
Static halo, light my maze.

I seen angels with nicotine wings,
Choir boys hummin’ trap melodies.
Preachers post quotes like apologies,
While I scroll through sins like prophecies.
Still, I’m searchin’ the noise for somethin’ real,
Some kinda frequency I can feel.
If I find God, I hope he sound like bass,
‘Cause I been prayin’ in 808s.

Yeah, I talk to ghosts in the power lines,
Tryna find hope in the offline times.
Faith like Wi-Fi, it fade and it glitch,
Love like luck — depends who you with.
I ain’t lost, just lookin’ delayed,
Still glow faint from the mess I made.
Static hum, my crown on mute,
But I still hum truth through the reverb loop.

Static halo, dim and hummin’,
Faith fuzzed out but I keep runnin’.
I don’t need clear skies, just a sign that stays,
Static halo, light my maze.

“Maybe broken light still counts as light…
if it gets you home.”