Lyrics Sick Of It All – The Land Increases
Text:
One is born, one dies
We’re fragile and soft
Our surroundings are harsh
Our surroundings 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
Album
Sick Of It All – Life On The Ropes
Sick Of It All – Trenches
Sick Of It All – On The Brink
Sick Of It All – Kept In Check
Sick Of It All – Take Control
Sick Of It All – Butting Heads
Sick Of It All – Rewind
Sick Of It All – Going All Out
Sick Of It All – View From The Surface
Sick Of It All – For Now
Sick Of It All – Silence
Sick Of It All – The Innocent
Sick Of It All – Paper Tiger (Fakin’ The Punk)
Sick Of It All – The Land Increases
Sick Of It All – All My Blessings
Sick Of It All – Relentless