Missing Chapters - The Awakening

Am I on the side of oceans

or drowning in a field

Will I fight or will I yield

to the message he´s been sent with

older than my fears

Is there any point in giving in

to the harvest of black tears

Are we in the house of angels

Are we destined to survive

Is the medicine my flavour

Has morality just died

or is it in the end closet

or underneath my bed

with paranoia deceit

with letters yet unread

Will I prostitute my neighbour

Will I hold him to his vows

All thsese burdens of Babylon

leave such a hallow sound

And if you were offensive

would I even care

or would I turn and coldly say

«It´s not my cross to bear»

How long must it be?

How far must it be

How hard should it be?

Are we lost here in this kingdom

or safer in our cells

For every child a Judas

For every heart a hell

And will be remembered

for less than I am worth

And what does that amount to

And would you let me serve

On the underside of aging

when the Philistines come home

to rid us our dignity

to slit our leader´s throats

Is this the road to emptiness

Is this the prison call

Lying with our trinkets held

towards the coming storm

How long must it be?

How far should it be?

How hard must it be?

Where do we put our faith now

that Herod´s got the vote

Will the past regain it´s sweetness

Will the holes heaf in our coats

As martyrs gather ´round us

with screams of heresy

The basic fact remains tht

His children are all free

How long must it be?

How far must it be?

How hard must it be — my freind

to believe?