Текст песни Loyal To The Grave - 168 Set Terror

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...