The Aardvark Trail
A stinking aroma
Spreads into my sense of smell
A smell of ageing filth
From the body you wear
You will soon become
Shattered into fragments
Fragments dissolving
Fragments to be deframed
You're a prisoner
In your filthy mind
Hanging tied upside down
Because you're walking the Aardvark trail
For evermore
I give you hell!
I give you hell!
Walking with blinded eyes
Feeling the temperature rise
Pleased to be a swine
As the devil rips your spine
Away
I give you hell!
I give you hell!
Autor(es): Bj / Peter Wichers
