Artificial Red

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, oohOn 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 craveOoh, ooh

Ooh, oohArtificial 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