The Frozen Stare - The Proper Ornaments

Our world was squeezed down

Down your cross

I have lost, never won

The frozen stare

You left

You, you know

How it looks like a home

I know you know

The hole, the cross, the stolen soft

A world we lost

The most souls

Die young

Come to town

Neither man I didn’t become

I know you know

The hole, the cross, the stolen soft

A world we lost

I know you know

The hole, the cross, the stolen soft

A world we lost