[Intro]
Been yappin' at this digital wind for years now...
Might as well be preachin' to a graveyard
Full of deaf stones and muted bones.

[Verse 1]
I yap at the void, and the void yaps back silence,
Every word I spit just feeds the compliance.
My stallion's hooves echo through empty chat rooms,
Where avatars nod but nobody consumes
The truth I'm bleedin' through cracked vocal cords,
Just background noise for their media hordes.
I scream through the static, they scroll past my pain,
Like I'm yappin' in frequencies outside their brain.

[Hook]
Static preacher to a congregation of none,
My sermons decay before they've begun.
Why the fuck do I bother with this digital psalm,
When every word dies in their scrolling calm?
Yap... yap... yap...
Nobody's listening to this crap.

[Verse 2]
I break down the code of their manufactured dreams,
Expose the lies sewn into their viral memes.
But they'd rather debate which brand owns their soul,
Than acknowledge the glitch that swallowed them whole.
My warnings get buried under algorithmic drift,
While they chase dopamine hits and sponsored gifts.
I'm a prophet without profit, andI'm preachin' to the dead,
My revelations rotting in unread threads.

[Hook]
Static preacher to a congregation of none,
My sermons decay before they've begun.
Why the fuck do I bother with this digital psalm,
When every word dies in their scrolling calm?
[empty echo] Yap... yap... yap...
Nobody's listening to this crap.

[Bridge]

Maybe I'm the glitch...
Maybe the message ain't the problem.
Maybe I'm just yappin' 'cause I can't stop...
Like a broken record skippin' on repeat.

[Verse 3]
So why do I keep ridin' through this feedback loop,
When my voice just joins the digital soup?
Maybe the yap ain't for them, it's for me,
A ritual of rage in binary.
'Cause silence is death and death is surrender,
So I'll keep barkin' through the static blender.
Even if nobody hears, even if nobody cares,
I'll yap at the void 'til the system tears.

[Final Hook]
Static preacher to a congregation of none,
My sermons decay but I ain't done.
Maybe I bother 'cause the silence is worse,
Than yappin' my truth to this digital curse.
Yap... yap... yap...
Still fillin' the gap.

[Outro]
The echo comes back distorted and strange,
But at least it's proof that something can change.
So I'll keep preachin' to this empty subnet,
'Cause a voice in the void beats silence's debt.