Chant No 1

I checked the time, it was almost time
A curious smell, an intangible crime
Im 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
Theres a guilt within my mind
Theres a guilt within my mind
I dont 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
Theres 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 dont need this pressure on You go down, down
Pass the talk of town
You go down greek street
Then its underground
Well its soho life
For this mobile knife
Its the place to shoot
Friday night beat route