The song is about the conflicted sense of self importance that can often accompany guilt; the feeling that everyone’s thoughts must be revolving around you, even if those thoughts are negative. I find the performative nature of people feeding into their worst traits very interesting, so it’s what a lot of my writing revolves around. Shadow in the sheep flock Little, little lamb An Abrahamic ascot in red Forgiveness for the damned I'd rather hang from my hands Than push boulders for my craft But casting deceit out to the crows All I hear back is cackled laughs Still casting stones to the sea And waiting for them to float Or acting out in royal hubris Waiting for the crowds to dote Yet while holding for applause I'll bow my head a thousand times Sisyphean at best A fallow hill I choose to climb To play a background part In my own one-man show Is to pervert the mystic art Of keeping milestones in tow Laying a trench-trap trail To feast on that which falls within Ouroboros; chasing my tail What is, will be, has been The cream still rises up With boiled ideals cut and drawn Making meals for the meek From the brash brunt of the brawn A caverned cornucopia A horn of hasty ends Crooked tooth, bit tongues, stuck secret A message writ, in failure, sent I, a viscous Casanova Dripping with a taste for show For once the flair has been repurposed As dragging milestones in tow Matters of the heart Can still meander in their wake Masochistic missed connections Feigning folly flecks and flakes For me to revel in the rubble I so readily createmore