Verse 1

You lead with the diagnosis, drop it like a heavy card
A shield made of labels, but it hits twice as hard
Before a word can be spoken, the boundaries have been drawn
Like stepping on a minefield before the conversation’s on
Wearing your history like a badge of absolute immunity
A clever way to buy yourself some instant impunity

It’s a perfect design, a beautifully constructed frame
If we ask a single question, we’re the ones who get the blame
You wave the flag of your distress to keep us in our place
And use your own fragility to slap us in the face

Chorus

Labels, labels, heavy on your chest
Worn like a medal, used like a vest
You throw the first stone, then hide behind the scar
And call it victim-shaming if we point out who you are
A shield to stop the questions, a crutch to keep you tall
But when you build a fortress, you're the first one in the wall

Verse 2

Call yourself broken, break whatever you please
And bring the world down to its knees
If we try to hold you to the standards that we share
You point to your affliction and you cry that it’s unfair
You’ve turned a quiet struggle to a weaponized defense
And traded actual healing for a crown of innocence

It’s a perfect design, a beautifully constructed frame
If we ask a single question, we’re the ones who get the blame
You wave the flag of your distress to keep us in our place
And use your own fragility to slap us in the face

Chorus

Labels, labels, heavy on your chest
Worn like a medal, used like a vest
You throw the first stone, then hide behind the scar
And call it victim-shaming if we point out who you are
A shield to stop the questions, a crutch to keep you tall
But when you build a fortress, you're the first one in the wall

Verse 3

You claim a monopoly on pain to keep yourself exempt
While looking at the rest of us with a quiet, cold contempt
Getting all up in your feels, like you're strutting in nine-inch heels
To terrified of what a deeper look reveals
You’ve built a pedestal of glass and call it hallowed ground
Where no one’s allowed to raise a hand, and no one makes a sound

Bridge

What happens when the diagnosis is all you have left
When you've silenced every critic and you're standing in the cleft
No one can touch you, no one can get near
But nobody is listening, and nobody is here
A cage of your own making, built of titles and of terms
Where the pain is never mended, only spoken and confirmed

Outro

So what’s under the armor when the battle is done
Who are you speaking to when you’ve silenced everyone
Come on, strip away the title. Strip away the shield
What's gonna be left when it breaks, this weapon you wield
Just labels
Just labels
Just you alone with your labels