Artificial Red Lyrics - Above - 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? 

Ooh, ooh 

Ooh, ooh 

On a cloud of pink has turn to gray 

And I'm alone again, yeah 

Someone to hold against my own 

Alone, untouched is what I crave 

Ooh, ooh 

Ooh, ooh 

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? 

Ooh, ooh