I stand here battered and broken The ground swallowed me years ago When I returned, I wasn't recognisable Now I'm wondering, would I be better off below? Will the wires ever uncross? Give me the freedom, just enough To regrow my own skin, but God, I'm good at giving in Broken image, I am fallen Drifting, searching for a name Did I hear them, are they calling? Or am I living with the shame? It seems l've run as far as I can go Hide the warning signs swiftly as they start to show Breathe in quick, hold your breath Show the world the lie, that you're really not sick The veil has fallen, now you're suffering for it Will the wires ever uncross? Give me the freedom, just enough To regrow my own skin, but God, I'm good at giving in Broken image, I am fallen Drifting, searching for a name Did I hear them, are they calling? Or am I living with the shame? Broken image, I am fallen Drifting, searching for a name Did I hear them, are they calling? Or am I living with the shame? (Am I living with the shame?) Broken image, I am fallen Or am I living with the shame?