Mad Season — Artificial Red Live at The Moore

[Verse 1] 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? [Chorus] Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh [Verse 3] 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? [Chorus] Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh