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