Special thanks:
Mining Museum in Oroszlany, Mike István
Sütő Mónika
Pap Tibor
Garai Évi
Our precious mind
My body like an empty warehouse
Broken windows
Maniacally aroused
My eyes like a solemn lighthouse
Looking for a target
Mortified
Electrified
Shame shame shame
On you
Shame shame shame
On me
Call call call the police
I’m here to bewilder you
A lunatic a lover and a poet
All in one head
Craving for your bed
I can’t remember anything
But feelings
Love tokens from your bin
The only thing I recall
Are acts of desperation
Impressions
Love possession