The Land Increases Lyrics - Sick Of It All

One is born, one dies 

We're fragile and soft 

Our surroundings are harsh 

Our surrondings are hostile 

The world takes what it wants 

Nobody's secure 

Nobody is safe 

Don't take it for granted 

To see another day 

Murder, accident, suicide, and disease 

We're lucky to be here 

We're lucky to live 

So much is trivial 

Beyond that idea 

Murder, accident, suicide, and disease 

The soul is sacred 

It defines our being 

And without the body 

The force is freed 

Leaving only a shell 

The land increases