Torn apart
And carrying a dying heart
There is something deep inside
Waiting to be heard

It's disembodied
It's dwelling in suppression
But there's a door to something
Something that I've never felt before

I don't want to die for nothing
But I have to live for something more
Low desires determine lives
This is a liberation of the mind
Of anima inside

Dead
I think
That many just feel dead inside
And I'm sick of it
Can anybody see clear anymore?
Wasting their whole lives away
Nothing is as loud
As the silence of the soul
The silence of the soul

It's disembodied
It's dwelling in suppression
But there's a door to something
Something that I've never felt before

I don't want to die for nothing
But I have to live for something more
Low desires determine lives
This is a liberation of the mind
Of anima inside
Of anima inside
Anima inside