Artificial Red - Mad Season
Artificial red smoke poison consumed
In the House of I'll Repute
Is this the way I spend my days
In recovery of a fatal disease
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
On a cloud of pink has turned to grey
And I'm alone again yeah
Someone to hold against my own
Alone untouched is what I crave
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
Artificial red smoke poison consumed
In the House of I'll Repute
Is this the place I search for love
When my need is within me a gift from above
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
Oooh