Apostasy in latency. No enemies. No legacy. Oh God, I fear this could be the last time we see ourselves in this light, and I need to know what makes you whole. There's no looking backwards while we feed each other's guilt. The questions stopped with motion. A life spent retreating further through this desert. Seek the heretic abroad. Dare to drink the river. The same mistakes don't bear repeating. It’s all I want and all that I need. Will I regret it all and replace the blame? When you’re all I want and all that I need, will you resent it all and cast me out again? I'm cast away. I’m out of place. Far from home. Nowhere known. All hail logic; echo nostalgic. Contact. Caught in the rye. Blinded by time. Just keep breathing. Just keep feeling lost until you find your way back home. They’ll say we’ve come so far just to turn it into something they won’t understand, until they reach out when they’ve suffered enough. Have you suffered enough? Is it time to move on? Because I need this, like you need this too (I'll carry the weight for you). We will break. We will falter. We will mend blood in water. We will choose not to speak if our words are conceit. We will think. We will seek. We are one.