The Instrument Becomes Total

[Verse 1] We built a hand That could build every other hand Stacked bright tools ’til they covered the sand Tuned one channel Through the rust in the air A quiet code That taught us how to care [Chorus] Maybe the Great Filter isn’t fire Isn’t rock from the dark Isn’t wire on wire Maybe it’s the moment the instrument’s total When we turn the builder back on the soul Signal still singing in the background hum Receiver perfect for everything Everything but where it’s from [Verse 2] We trimmed the noise Shaved the edges of doubt Every question Got an answer mapped out Sharper lenses Colder colors in view Each small upgrade Made it harder to hear you [Chorus] Maybe the Great Filter isn’t fire Isn’t blast Isn’t smoke Isn’t empire Maybe it’s the moment the instrument’s total When we turn the builder back on the soul Signal still singing in the background hum Receiver perfect for everything Everything but where it’s from [Bridge] Not erased Just replaced Like a word you almost say Then chase away We still call it progress We still draw the charts But we tuned the antenna Against our own hearts [Chorus] Maybe the Great Filter isn’t fire Isn’t fall from the sky Isn’t gun or pyre Maybe it’s the moment the instrument’s total When we turn the builder back on the soul Signal still singing in the background hum Receiver perfect for everything Everything but where it’s from Everything but where it’s from