DJ JEDY - Fake Chanel

The city fades into a blur of gray; I'm watching how the colors drift away.
The diamonds on my skin begin to freeze; I'm begging for the rhythm just to please.
The distance grows like ice inside my soul; I'm losing every piece of my control.
I don't need your fictional, caught within this luxury hell.
I don't need your fictional, underneath your hollow spell.
I don't need your fictional, caught within this luxury hell.