Face the day and greet the morning star,
It does not know how far we have come, you and I.
Shine and rise, my dear, as it has done countless times,
Break away from the crime that is your sickness.

Fight it and Sleep it and Fight it and Sleep it again.
Don't ever stop even when it gives up its reigns.
Rest. Relax. Recover. Slaughter. Slam.
Let it know that I am here and that you are strong

And that you belong waking up to face the morn,
And that nothing will mourn when white blood resumes command.
Rejoice! All will that my Love is back,
So that from the crack of dawn and beyond nothing will stop her now. Ever.