If you are born an artist, you have no choice but to fight to stay an artist.

The road is long, we carry on, try to have fun in the meantime.

Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough.
I don’t know why.

I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy.
I'm tired of driving till I see stars in my eyes.

Who are you?
Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I have. I am fucking crazy.
But I am free.

Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did on the open road.
We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art.