Judicator - Ursa Minor

Lyrics to Ursa Minor by Judicator

In this deathbed I relish my tale of cancer and loss Pen to paper, I control what you read and what you will feel Dream weave and speak their nightmares Bring them down with you Pitch black tendrils creeping out from ‘neath the door Chitters sound from somewhere in the shadows’ heart Gold and glory A shattered crown restored for you Gold and glory My brother bear, be bold and loving This dark tale fulfills me It ties loose ends - die of cancer Can’t change it, we’re locked in and halfway through the album already Glitches sparking from behind the bathroom door Perhaps I die of old age rather than cancer Change the subject here and now