Lyrics:
Artificial Red, Smoke, Poison Consumedin The House Of Ill Reputeis This The Way I Spend My Daysin Recovery Of A Fatal Diseaseoooh... Oooh...oooh... Oooh...on A Cloud Of Pink Has 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 Aboveoooh... Oooh...oooh... Oooh...