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 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
Is this the way I spend my days
In recovery of a fatal disease
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh