Lyrics TB Positive - Narrows

TB Positive

Coughing up and spitting it all out.
Sit next to us.
Piling up plates of filth, I´ll take a taste
Yeah, we see how pretty you are with all your feathers and tar.
So shiny, I close my eyes.
Who wouldn´t want to win this prize?
But you lie.
This sickness.
It´s raining.
Tie her hands to the stake.
It´s burning.
Warm your hands and wait.