Mad Season - Artificial Red

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?

Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh

On a cloud of pink has turned to grey
And I'm alone again
Yeah
Someone to hold against my own
Alone, untouched is what I crave

Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh

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?

Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh

Written by:
Barrett Martin, John Saunders, Layne Staley, Mike McCready

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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