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 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 that
His children are all free

How long must it be?
How far must it be?
How hard must it be - my friend
to believe?