Lyrics:

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

On a cloud of pink has turn to grey
And I'm alone again
Yeah

Someone to hold against my own
Alone, untouched is what I crave

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?