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