Lyric Chant No 1

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 graze against my skin
I feel the graze 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 burried deep
Songs are always burried deep
There s a lion in my arms
There is motion in my arms
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