TB Positive - Narrows

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.