מילים לשיר The Land Increases – Sick Of It All

One is born, one dies
Our surroundings are harsh
We're fragile and soft The world takes what it wants
Our surrondings are hostile
Nobody is safe
Nobody's secure
Don't take it for granted To see another day
Murder, accident, suicide, and disease We're lucky to be here
Beyond that idea
So much is trivial
We're lucky to live
Murder, accident, suicide, and disease
It defines our being The soul is sacred
And without the body
The force is freed
Leaving only a shell.