Lyrics Mad Season – Artificial Red
Text:
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 turned 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…
Album
Mad Season – Mad Season - Above
Mad Season – I Don’t Wanna Be A Soldier
Mad Season – Slip Away
Mad Season – Black Book Of Fear
Mad Season – Locomotive
Mad Season – All Alone
Mad Season – Long Gone Day
Mad Season – I Don’t Know Anything
Mad Season – Lifeless Dead
Mad Season – Artificial Red
Mad Season – I’m Above
Mad Season – River Of Deceit
Mad Season – X–Ray Mind
Mad Season – Wake Up