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