Sick Of It All

Sick Of It All - The Land Increases songtekst

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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
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