Sick Of It All - The Land Increases Lyrics
One is born, one diesWe're fragile and softOur surroundings are harshOur surrondings are hostileThe world takes what it wantsNobody's secureNobody is safeDon't take it for grantedTo see another dayMurder, accident, suicide, and diseaseWe're lucky to be hereWe're lucky to liveSo much is trivialBeyond that ideaMurder, accident, suicide, and diseaseThe soul is sacredIt defines our beingAnd without the bodyThe force is freedLeaving only a shellThe land increases