What binds me to the sacred land,
Hallelujah!
Blessed the cordial chains brought upon me,
The burden of one, to hand over such dignity,
Hallelujah!
Blessed those who look down in such amiableness,
Oh please! Hand me the certificate of my soul, as if it was never mine.
Hallelujah!

Why do you tempt me.
Just when things might be getting good.
I don’t find it as unwelcoming as maybe I should,
but rules keep me from wasting unspoken promise.
Except my amiableness won’t draw lines harsh enough.