Lyrics The Narrowing Way - Mizmor

The Narrowing Way

I sat at the table of suicide
Was served the ashen bread
Starvation spread on silver platter
I decided on hunger instead
Again I built a massive cairn
A sempiternal warning
And resumed my toilsome trek
Through the narrowing wasteland
Remaining on that dizzying crest
Is the only valid choice
Daily revolt — breath in my lungs
Absurdity is pain and beauty
Its vise obliges me to make
Harnessing its energy
To give the void its colors
There is not truth but truths
Meaning is self-imposed
And life implores me to ascribe
Or else be trampled underneath