Hostel Elysia

Dear diary, you've lied to me

This weeping quill mutilates the margins of your dying wishes

Tears at the stitches of wounds so freshly knit

Dear diary, you've lied to me

Chained to the walls and swallowed the key

Red ink, I still taste it

Running down my face and

There's no way to efface this mess I am

Dear diary, you've lied to me

This weeping quill mutilates the margins of your dying wishes

Tears at the stitches of wounds so freshly knit

Dear diary, you've lied to me

Chained to the walls and swallowed the key

Red ink, I still taste it

Running down my face and

There's no way to efface this mess I am

This crimson well is running thin

I shudder to think as I dip my pen

So I'll write this letter to myself

It's my last hurrah

Fraught with grief (Fraught with grief)

All in hell (All in hell)

I'll meet them soon, time will tell

But for now, He can see it all

His roost up on high

Make me undone, make me clean

Make me pure, steam these sheets

When you put your hands together

To wash away the flood

From down here where I'm standing

It looks just like applause

It looks just like applause