Frozen Gaze

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