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Stalemate
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Metal
Stalemate was released on September 25, 2025 by Independent as a part of the album Stalemate - EP
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Release DateSeptember 25, 2025
LabelIndependent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sebastian Sparr
Sebastian Sparr
Bass
Marcelo Varge
Marcelo Varge
Guitar
Jason Hodgkins
Jason Hodgkins
Drums
Craig Murphy
Craig Murphy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sebastian Sparr
Sebastian Sparr
Songwriter
Marcelo Varge
Marcelo Varge
Songwriter
Jason Hodgkins
Jason Hodgkins
Songwriter
Craig Murphy
Craig Murphy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh Sid Robinson
Josh Sid Robinson
Producer

Lyrics

Come and take a look at what happens behind all the barbed wire
Non-convicted due to an incapacity of appreciating
the wrongfulness of their acts
Where's the equality in punishment?
Mentally abnormal movements
Twitching as a dose of madness lingers silent
The beginning of the end
And yet we're at the end of the beginning
A white fit of rage, the turning point the gaze
A simple lapse of judgement
Shackled, restrained, bound by these chains
The jury's been summoned
Bind the limbs as if it's really going to hinder
Fresh tracks only add to the voices
When are we truly considered stable?
Flipping the safety won't be tolerated here
It seems impossible to come to terms with
Diffused?
That's for others to decide
For others to decide
A white fit of rage, the turning point the gaze
A simple lapse of judgement
Shackled, restrained bound by these chains
The jury's been summoned
Reaching fingers
Through the gaps that pose so much more
Looking out from the inside
Always posing endless questions
Always posing endless questions
What awaits, the taste
The suffocating sounds
Of constantly screaming out loud
A disconnection, a blunder
A fault in awareness
The scratched feature begins
Now observe the essence
Leak from the eyes
As they trip the switch that absolves me of all my sins
Only waking up
To stare at the same four corners
Day in, day out
Not everyone
Can imagine what's it like
To already be confined to their own
Grave
So much easier to turn a blind eye on the problem
Than to face it head-on
White apparel waiting anxiously every 20 feet
Have you ever wondered what really goes on in the backrooms?
Well, let me show you
A white fit of rage, the turning point, the gaze
A simple lapse of judgement
Shackled, restrained, bound by these chains
The jury's been summoned
Does the assessment really suffice at all?
Is there really any hope of freedom?
Always posing endless questions
Written by: Craig Murphy, Jason Hodgkins, Marcelo Varge, Sebastian Sparr
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