Previously this song was untitled but City of Caterpillar has finally released a name for this song upon their 2017 reunion tour. Partial lyrics included below.

"This song's lyrics were written from the perspective of an artist who has decided to die. The lyrics are about watching the audience and admirers taking in your last work, as if a ghost. The lyrics talk about the audience all entering and locking into a groove, swaying to the artist's emotions and being, though they don't know it's all long gone.
Parts of the lyrics say:

"Well I just can't seem

To see which me I was in the beginning.

Right then, I wasn't me.

Close your eyes

As I spill

These dying limbs

Sway your bodies

As I turn my back

'Cos I'm scared I'll cringe at this ghost I am

With a passing grin,

You nod your head as the poet's dead."

Somehow, ironically, this song has become exactly what the lyrics painted, without any purposeful planning. It's surreal; it almost feels like we prophesied and willed this whole moment. The band died 13 years ago, and yet here we are, releasing things and playing shows and entertaining, more so than when we were alive. We have actualized becoming the ghost."
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