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Deadweight
74
Metal
Deadweight adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Heavy Collective tarafından 9 Ocak 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıViolent Playground
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Çıkış Tarihi9 Ocak 2026
FirmaHeavy Collective
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM77

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bite Down
Bite Down
Performer
Hard
Hard
Performer
Joaquin Rojas Rodriguez
Joaquin Rojas Rodriguez
Drums
Alfred Rahm
Alfred Rahm
Electric Guitar
Hampus Ströberg
Hampus Ströberg
Vocals
Jacob Mild
Jacob Mild
Electric Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joaquin Rojas Rodriguez
Joaquin Rojas Rodriguez
Composer
Alfred Rahm
Alfred Rahm
Composer
Hampus Ströberg
Hampus Ströberg
Composer
Jacob Mild
Jacob Mild
Composer
Jacob Gustafsson
Jacob Gustafsson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bite Down
Bite Down
Producer
Buster Odeholm
Buster Odeholm
Mixing Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

So you think you got teeth, let me see if they hurt
Or is this just another demonstration of your empty words?
Mouth keeps runnin' but you're always behind
Keep chasin' your tail, wastin' my time
No names, don't be afraid
I barely recall it anyway
You're just a symptom, not the disease
The infected part of the industry (eugh)
Clingin' on tooth and nail
Tryin' to prevent the current decay
Deadweight, leave 'em to rot
Deadweight, leave 'em to rot
Deadweight
Deadweight
I try to read the room but all I see is an elephant
That bite the hand that feeds to avoid its irrelevance
At first glance, I spotted no red flags but as soon as we shook hands
I noticed your crooked ways, you cowards
Your end of the pact, nothin' delivered
Wastin' my time when I coulda climbed to the top of the pyramid
Not in the scheme that you put us in, Popovic, God forbid
We're speakin' in different languages, just inarticulate mumblin' analphabets
So let me be fuckin' clear
My course of action gory, morbid, don't force it
Your anguished screams are arousin', when you're strapped down before me, metaphorically
The tables have turned in the turmoil
I'm turnin' the tide to my favor, your turncoat behavior is blatant, desperate, shameful
I'm so done with your kind, it's embarrassin'
So I bet you feel triumphant
When not a single band re-signs their contracts
But with your work and effort you can have that
I guess the circus wants their clowns back
Cut no heads
There's no need
Leave 'em be
Slowly dyin' as we speak
Written by: Alfred Rahm, Hampus Ströberg, Jacob Gustafsson, Jacob Mild, Joaquin Rojas Rodriguez
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