(Intro) (Sound of a clock ticking, layered with a faint, distorted heart monitor) (Spoken, low voice) Yeah. Come on in. Sit on the couch. Tell me everything... so I can weaponize it. Watch them nod their heads. Watch 'em write it down. Check a little box. Lock me away. Listen. (Verse 1) Walk into the room, they see a target, not a human being Reading through my history, deciding what they think they’re seeing I came to find a lifeline, but they’re pulling on a noose instead Taking my intentions, twisting everything I ever said They want a category. They want a brand new file to stack Stick a label on my forehead so I cannot push it back "You’re a danger to yourself," "highly volatile and unrefined" Using clinical vocabulary just to colonize my mind. I said no, I didn't want the pills, I didn't want the scheme They look at me and smile like I'm talking in a fever dream They ignore the words I say, they overlook the things I ask Just a monster in their textbook, hiding underneath a mask. (Chorus) They just wanna label you, trap you in a corner cage Lock you in a posture that you never asked for on the stage Trapped inside the system where your boundaries are stripped away They know that you are damaged, so they know you got no right to say— No. No, you can't decline. Sign the paperwork and step across the yellow line. Yeah, they know you're broken, so they hold the upper hand They don’t wanna heal the pain, they just wanna command. (Verse 2) They got the degree, so they think they got the moral right To sit behind a desk and turn my definition into night I try to set a boundary, I try to tell 'em where to stop But they look at me like property, and they play the role of cop They see the cracks inside my armor, see the places where I bleed And they use it as a leverage to dictate what I think I need "You're not stable enough to choose," that's the subtext of the tone Making me feel crazy while I'm sitting in the room alone It's a quiet kind of violence when they paralyze your will Turning your autonomy into a bitter, swallowed pill If I scream, it's a symptom. If I'm quiet, it's compliance. There is no winning when they turn your trauma into science. (Chorus) They just wanna label you, trap you in a corner cage Lock you in a posture that you never asked for on the stage Trapped inside the system where your boundaries are stripped away They know that you are damaged, so they know you got no right to say— No. No, you can't decline. Sign the paperwork and step across the yellow line. Yeah, they know you're broken, so they hold the upper hand They don’t wanna heal the pain, they just wanna command. (Outro) (Beat slows down, 808s start to distort and fade) Yeah. Keep your folders. Keep your clipboards. You don't know my intentions. You never listened. Just because I'm bleeding doesn't mean you own the blood. (Sound of a heavy door slamming shutting, followed by echo) (Heart monitor cuts to a flatline, then silence)
