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
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

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): JIMMY BOWER, JOE FAZZIO, PHILIP ANSELMO, PHILIP HANSEN ANSELMO