Ifj Orehovszky Titusz George

Über mich

Hely hely through the eye of the needle it`s easier for me
to get closer to hell than ever feel whole again
I never said I would stay to the end
I`d leave you with hoping for secrecy
screaming like this in the hole of sincerity
scream with me over and over and over
I leave you with photographs pictures of trickery and stains on the carpet and stains on the parcket for memory angels or devils ridicolues songs about happiness murmured on guitars
and we both of us knew how the end always is
like this.