Seven Years Buried Lyrics

I hear you turning a new lead today,
Get hold of the cancers, to wash them away
Watch me go, on my own.
You will not hold me back,
Your grip is loosening on me.

Tragedy, lunacy
Nothing in your fantasy
I will carry on.

Nothing can touch me
your rulers can't deny, unless time..
(Get hold of the cancers, to wash them away)

you will not hold me back,
your grip is loosening on me.
Tragedy, lunacy
Nothing in your fantasy
I will carry on.
Nothing is, what it seems
Living in your fantasy
I will carry on.

Die, die, die.
In memory...
Die, die, die.
In memory...
Unless time.

Tragedy, lunacy
Nothing in your fantasy
I will carry on
Nothing is, what it seems
Living in your fantasy
I will carry on

Die! Die! Die!
In memory!