Title: Frozen Gaze Genre: Industrial Gothic Metal / In the style of Deathstars Language: English
[Verse 1] Look at me – you don’t see a soul Just a mirror of what you’ve disowned Steel hearts beating without a sound Programmed fear all around
Neon lights cut through the haze Hope freezes between our ways Behind the smile, the order locks Words are gone – only silence talks
[Pre-Chorus] We were taught: don’t ask why Just nod along – and don’t defy In the streets, shadows collide The silent law guards the state’s pride
[Chorus] Frozen gaze – that’s how we face each other Don’t speak – the walls will uncover Keep your feelings locked inside Your heart wears chains you cannot hide
Brave new order – cold and clean A system hums beneath the sheen Measured words, dark rituals We are shadows – puppets with no souls
[Verse 2] Keep your distance – it’s safer that way In this age of sterile dismay On every face, a coded mask Freedom’s just a shattered past
The screen preaches day and night The law has claimed the holy right We are the silence, the unnamed A speechless mass already tamed
[Pre-Chorus] Now we whisper, even fearfully In case our thoughts become a plea Freedom lives in memories Every heart now holds a key
[Chorus] Frozen gaze – that’s how we face each other Don’t speak – the walls will uncover Keep your feelings locked inside Your heart wears chains you cannot hide
Brave new order – cold and clean A system hums beneath the sheen Measured words, dark rituals We are shadows – puppets with no souls
[Bridge - Spoken/Whispered] “This is not fear – it’s routine This is not control – it’s the machine This is not life – just operation This is not freedom – only permission”
[Breakdown] Closeness frozen, ties erased Souls replaced by data’s face The shadow of the state leans in And every gaze is trained and grim
[Final Chorus] Frozen gaze – that’s how we face each other Don’t speak – the walls will uncover Keep your feelings locked inside Your heart wears chains you cannot hide
Brave new order – cold and clean A system hums beneath the sheen Measured words, dark rituals We are shadows – puppets with no souls