If I see you again, I swear it's just a reflex
When my second phalanx goes crashing through your orbital ridge
The third, the fourth, the fifth: Succession is meant to be swift
Until there's nothing left of the eyes you saw me with

It was never revenge for a glacial silence
You are emptiness
It was never revenge, it was self defence
You are emptiness

If I see you again, I swear it's just a reflex
Leaving bones in splinters all over your face
It's no mistake when the zygomatic arch breaks
Cracks in the sagittal suture: My love, it's your future