https://bedhed.bandcamp.com/album/sickbreaker


0:00 - Intro
3:21 - Blank (A Member of the Wedding)
7:42 - Anything of Hers
11:30 - Ward Off the Hurt
15:36 - Negative Flowers
22:29 - Weeks
27:23 - Please Tell Me
29:53 - Sickbreaker
33:44 - Empty Cars
36:24 - Last Lines (Let Blood, Let Live)
42:46 - Outro

Bedhed - Sickbreaker (2012)

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"The Label" is a raw, intense exploration of mental health diagnosis and societal hypocrisy, channeling the raw vulnerability of Radiohead's "Creep."
It tells the story of being given an official classification ("The Label") as a child for seeking help, only to be rejected and stigmatized by the same institutions later in life because of that very designation. It's a shout against a system that attempts to heal and then chooses to exclude.

"You stamped the paper to help me stand up straight, then judged the man by the number and the date. What a crooked world."

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When I was young, the corners of my mind
Felt like a maze, a place I couldn't find
The simple exit, the clear and open road
A heavy feeling, a weight that overflowed.
I sought the light, the clarity, the peace
They gave me papers, a temporary lease.
A careful word, a clinical design
They drew a line, and said that line was mine.

And I don't know if I belong here
But I think I want to belong.
I want to heal, I want to stand tall
But something's twisted, something's wrong.

I’m a Label, I’m a Name
A classified piece in their cruel, cruel game.
I wish I was better, I wish I could change
But you gave me the file, you gave me the strange.
You gave me the Label...

Years rolled away, the therapy, the fight
I worked the hours, to climb back to the light.
Some friends succeeded, they shed the heavy cloak
While I still struggled, beneath the weight it spoke.
I tried to enter, the offices, the doors
The institutions, the things I battled for.
I handed over the document, the sign
The very record that you said would define.

And I don't know if I belong here
But I think I want to belong.
I want to work, I want to stand tall
But something's twisted, something's wrong.

I’m a Label, I’m a Name
A classified piece in their cruel, cruel game.
I wish I was better, I wish I could change
But you gave me the file, you gave me the strange.
You gave me the Label...

But you, the ones who charted my descent
The ones who said: "We know what this all meant."
You close the window, you lock the open gate
You say: "We helped you, but now it's just too late."
You stamped the paper, to help me stand up straight
Then judged the man by the number, and the date.
What a crooked world! To brand the child with fire,
Then bar the adult from rising any higher.

You gave me the Label...
You gave me the Label...
A crooked world...
I'm just a Label...

The Label - ROTTENBRAIN (based on Radiohead’s ‘Creep’) by ARGYTACT 2026

Bedhed - Sickbreaker (2012)

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