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



oooh... Oooh...

oooh... Oooh...



on A Cloud Of Pink Has To Grey

and I'm Alone Again, Yeah

someone To Hold Against My Own

alone, Untouched Is What I Crave



oooh... Oooh...

oooh... Oooh...



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



oooh... Oooh...

oooh... Oooh...