| Song | 43rd Floor |
| Artist | Project Pitchfork |
| Album | Continuum Ride |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 43rd floor | |
| In his room alone | |
| He is scared | |
| But this is home | |
| 43rd floor | |
| He looks at his toys | |
| Behind that door | |
| Was again a noise | |
| 43rd floor | |
| In the night | |
| It's three o'clock | |
| That's the time they fight | |
| 43rd floor | |
| The toys are alive | |
| They protected him | |
| A puppet still holds the knife | |
| 43rd floor | |
| His soul is sore | |
| But nobody hurts him | |
| Nevermore | |
| 43rd floor | |
| What a tragic demis | |
| Blood on the carpet | |
| Encloses the flies | |
| 43rd floor | |
| No sound at all | |
| A bizarre still-life | |
| With blood on the wall | |
| 43rd floor | |
| In the seventh week | |
| They gnaw the rests | |
| Of a corpse's cheek | |
| In the next room | |
| Sit the remains | |
| And the beasts | |
| Are catching flames | |
| A fire slowly | |
| Burns the scene | |
| It turns to dust | |
| Forever unseen | |
| The smoke creeps | |
| Under the front door | |
| And keeps the secret | |
| Of the 43rd floor |