Reading what you write alone, the ever-present fucking phone, Being what your not seeing, self centered in bad lighting Near sighted to a fault, with every day a grain of salt Rarely reliving it Sculpting statues of yourself, empty brain and stolen wealth Feeling sorry for yourself (chorus) Absorbed, in yourself, absorbed 2nd verse Lowly creature, fighting vainly crumbling inward, no lights Left to shine, Absorbing will that's inside Keep somewhat low until night Then come back for more Stay low