Rusty Pipes — текст песни (No For An Answer)

Blood runs red on the perfect face,
Drips from the chin and stains the lace,
There`s rusty pipes behind classic grace,
Cast out of heaven to a party in hell,
You`re losing your vision and your sense of smell,
A sickening habit your peers condone,
Ignored by your parents due to promise you`ve shown,
Develop your body, imprison your mind,
With bars in the form of thin white lines
First on parade and then on your back,
You`re cracked!
Blood runs red on the perfect face,
Drips from the chin and stains the lace,
There`s rusty pipes behind classic grace,
A sickened young body, a dying young mind,
The popular culture is living a lie,
The scourge of the ghetto, the toy of the rich,
Though all look the same as they shake and they twitch,
Bleeding and brainless what have you got?
A slave to substance and the future is shot,
Do I misinterpret or misunderstand,
The pitiful sight of your trembling young hands?