I checked the time, it was almost time
A curious smell,an intangible crime
I'm washing my clothes,but the stain still grows
Cover your eyes,the stain still shows
I feel the gaze against my skin
I feel the gaze against my skin
I know this feeling is a lie
I know this feeling is a lie
There's a guilt within my mind
There's a guilt within my mind
I don't need this pressure on
Oh i should question not ignore
Oh i should question not ignore
Songs are always buried deep
Songs are always buried deep
There's a lion in my arms
There is a motion in my arm
Oh i should question not ignore
I should believe and not ignore
I don't need this pressure on
You go down,down
Pa** the talk of town
You go down greek street
Then it's underground
Well it's soho life
For this mobile knife
It's the place to shoot
Friday night beat route