מילים לשיר Artificial Red – Mad Season

Artificial red, smoke, poison consumed
In the House of Ill 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 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 Ill Repute
Is this the place I search for love
When my need is within me, a gift from above? Oooh. Oooh.
Oooh. Oooh.