168-SET TERROR(URBAN LEGEND MIX) In the lazy afternoon standing, if you look up the sky dust is reflecting the sun Facing the usual view in my eyes and fallen in the sweet tender dream Now dozing off for a bit There appears red flash in closed eyes Flesh falling a part, splashing blood Tough concrete Worthless scrap Boy's wordless smile Image without the noise This dream isn't just illusion The past rolls around and around my faults and truth Future is the trigger Sin for the poorness Punishment for the wealth Once again, the new layer has been born for the nonsense genesis or the barren time Let the ego out and waste it all up Although the game has just ended, Like it was shot or stabbed by a keen spear The small and deep whole consists in the core Wind blows deep into the darkness The existence will be absorbed wind blows deep Let the eyes opened, back to the dozing Time is flowing with emotionless dust Looking for an answer to the question Dust is bustling up Starting up right here I stand for us...