Interpret:

Sick Of It All

Album:

Life On The Ropes

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