Rusty Pipes

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