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 Rou