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