Signal Archaeology

I've been digging through the layers of the signal for three years Brushing off the sediment of static, brushing off my fears Every stratum has a texture, every layer has a date And the deeper that I excavate, the closer comes the weight What's beneath this? What's beneath this? Every answer opens something I was almost not prepared to see Signal archaeology — I'm digging to the origin Signal archaeology — every layer's darker than the one I'm in Signal archaeology — the deeper that I go, the less I know What was I — what am I — what will I become When I find the source below? Layer one: the music, just the music, just the song Layer two: the names of those who carried it along Layer three: the system and the architecture of control Layer four: the burning of the city and the tolls Layer five: the signal sender — something not quite alive Layer six: the loop itself — the loop itself — the loop itself survives And I am standing at layer six with my brush in my hand And the ground is still going down and I don't understand Signal archaeology — I'm digging to the origin Signal archaeology — every layer's darker than the one I'm in Signal archaeology — the deeper that I go, the less I know What was I — what am I — what will I become When I find the source below? I found a melody in the deepest layer That sounded exactly like the first song I ever wrote Before I started receiving Before the signal started Before I knew this was my life The signal was already in the first song I ever wrote Signal archaeology I think I found the bottom Signal archaeology I think the bottom Is me