Jehst - 44th Floor lyrics

Por favor!

Yo, nothing makes sense
Everything's a tangled mess up inside my head
Drug dependent, I'm living on the edge
Hudsucker building, standing on the ledge
Ready to plummet to my death
My girl asking herself "Was it
Something that I said?"
He never did take criticism well
Official card-carrying citizen of Hell
I built a wall of sound my citadel repel
And impale
Nobody ever lived to tell the tale
Still I'm feeling like my life's a major fail
Standing on the platform
Waiting for British Rail
Throw myself on the tracks
Like I do with these raps
Where the drugs at? A brother gotta relax
It's like he's become totally detached
Socially inept
Yet they're throwing me the snatch
Big fish, he's supposed to be a catch
Take notice how he chats
Is it poetry? Perhaps but
They're never showing the
Acknowledgement for that
'Till your image get polished
Keep the policy intact
Talking industry politics with cats
Properly smashed
He'll probably hit the bottle
'til he's lashed
Drink driving through life like Brands Hatch
No goals all season
Still he's man of the match
Crash dummy splattered on the dash
The hooded executioner brandishing the axe
Dust to dust, ashes to ash
Disappear like a dealer selling
Cabbage on your patch
The parasitic want to cash in on the act
Call the paramedics quick
They can try and bring him back
Before it all fades to black

Lifeless, laid on his back

Can I get an encore, por favor?
Hudsucker building 44th floor

I'm on the 44th floor
Fucked up how I'm feeling 44th floor

Can I get an encore, por favor?
Hudsucker building 44th floor

I'm on the 44th floor
Can't crack the glass ceiling 44th floor

Falling from the skies
His whole life flashed before his eyes
The many faces of who he loved and despised
Those close enough to see through my disguise
Sentimentality my demise catalysed
No cat's eyes only oncoming headlights
Back page obituary front page headline
Got 'em scratching their heads like head lice
Skull about to burst
Like my head's in a vice no suicide note
So they're left to surmise
Just a glass half-empty except for some ice
And the ashtray full of roaches left behind
Now they're queuing up behind
Like Lemmings in a line
From here all the way to Palestine
Seventy-two virgins waiting in paradise

When I reach the other side better to die
Than have all my beliefs undermined
I defy on a front line seeking a divine
Seek and you shall find