music.

where am i going? out from my mind. far away. is it about the french singer? no, i don't care about countries. there's no boundaries here. it's a common language. when things stopped to make sense, music was my shelter. it helped me keeping the demons away. i had no strength to fight them, unless it was playing loud enough. was it a revolution? no, god. no. how could i have made a revolution only with a pencil? tricky, at least. (...) the problem arose when people started being nice. what music should i play? i wasn't prepared. i was only prepared to hate you. (...) is it about music or about love? music is the only thing that makes sense anymore.