Never had a fucking thing handed to him. In the slog and born to die. Forced to look ahead forced to forge on, the experience of life leaves a man downtrodden the grip of the grind seems like all a man can feel.

Dead to the world and looking forward nevertheless, to rise anew is the goal, spiritual awakening and freedom unlike anything ever known. Maybe it'll be OK, maybe it won't. The Demxn won't relent, til death oh mighty EYEDOL, he'll make us whole again