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