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i had a dream

about a city i swore i visited before

with empty streets

and every building was a casino or a store

and i got lost there

i walked around in circles looking for anything more

i broke my strings

singing about nothing to no one anymore

medicine, to thin the line between what is virtue and what is sin,

between what is real and what's an illision.

i met a man

who told me everything that i already should know

he said "understand

that God is love and there is a battle for your soul

and when you die

your life will blend together with the infinite unknown,

and all your crimes,

all will be forgiven for this love casts no stones."

medicine, to thin the line between what is virtue and what is sin,

between what is real and what's an illusion,

and what is true and what's a delusion,

and what is love and what is hatred,

and how you feel and what you're thinking