Текст песни Artificial Red - Live at The Moore - 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-hoo
Ooh-hoo
Ooh-hoo
Ooh-hoo

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

Ooh-hoo
Ooh-hoo
Ooh-hoo
Ooh-hoo

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-hoo
Ooh-hoo
Ooh-hoo
Ooh-hoo