Brett Eliason - Artificial Red 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? Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh On a cloud of pink has turn to gray And I'm alone again, yeah Someone to hold against my own Alone, untouched is what I crave 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