Beichte (en inglés)

Beichte
It begins every morning, it rings at seven
The alarm clock and I already still lay
I’m always too late and in gym second choice
For that I write “Fuck you!” on every winner cup

I want you for a night and feel well by
That’s all too real to also be nice
I ask me, if I come in the sky
So really not devout
Hey devil, come out – I have seen you
And still the hope, that you can understand me
Hey devil, can you read my confessional
And than talk with god about that
I’m unfortunately honest, also where’s not the place
And have hated my confessional by priest
I know, it haven’t to go, but it was laying in the hand
And than I take the girlfriend of my brother