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 Pass 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