Persistent and flaunting I'm fully aware The calling is haunting But always fair Now heading upstairs Don't blow your cover Heading upstairs alone Be careful The bullet didn't miss by much at all Specific and bashful Or nonchalant with despair More flippant than agile A secret we'll share The finger was pointed at you The gun became the guest The finger gripped your life The gun (the gun) The gun did the rest You're torn between affliction and the cure You're torn between the price and the relevance You'd sworn that you'd be proper It all depends Before the storm you have to head to shore (We had a lot in common) (Neither one would stop one) Before the storm You'll be forewarned (You will conform) Or learn why storms are formed Should've felt the body in another way Should've been familiar with the same mistake What's your forte Sorry, but it's gone in vain Couldn't feel my body in that mental state A lot less to do, but I have much more to say Blood stained caution tape (Who rang, who rang?) Sudden, but it couldn't wait (Hey, hey...) (Feint a way, fain a way...) A mark of passion is risky when missed Don't judge the accuracy by the hits Speak in secret or in foreign tongues Most chances taken are not worth their rush (Marks of passion)Been cursed to have them