Artificial Red – Mad SeasonBy Artificial red, smoke, poison consumedIn the House of Ill ReputeIs this the way I spend my daysIn recovery of a fatal disease?Oooh… Oooh…Oooh… Oooh…On a cloud of pink has turned to greyAnd I’m alone again, yeahSomeone to hold against my ownAlone, untouched is what I craveOooh… Oooh…Oooh… Oooh…Artificial red, smoke, poison consumedIn the House of Ill ReputeIs this the place I search for loveWhen my need is within me, a gift from above?Oooh… Oooh…Oooh… Oooh… www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20