Lyrics:
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 turn 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...