Reading what you write alone, the ever-present f**ing 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 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