Song

Ilibility

A sarcastic attack on clinical jargon, fake authority, and being explained by people who still fail to actually listen.

Lyrics

Alright 
Psychopath uhhhhh psychiatrist knows me
Let me explain it in simple language, he said Haha

You show irritability, emotional lability,
Some rigidity, low stress ability.
I hear hostility, guarded vulnerability,
Hypervigilance, low relational stability.
I see grandiosity, trouble with humility,
High reactivity, low trust ability.
You use projection, avoidance, fragile sensitivity,
Self-protection dressed up like false maturity.
Maybe narcissistic traits, oppositionality,
Fear of structure, strained adaptability.
Trauma in the wiring, damaged flexibility,
A complicated mind with poor emotional agility.

It’s all, -ility, -ility, -ility,
Doc talk dripping with fake credibility.
You call it complexity, I call it trickery,
Tryna map my whole mind with checkbox ability.
-ility, -ility, -ility,
Whole room full of jargon and superiority.
You psychoanalyze me, I analyze your delivery,
And honestly, I’m grading low on legitimacy.

Dude, you know what you sound like?
Bullshittability with fake credibility.
Smug little fuckery hiding under sympathy,
Condescending prick-ology sold as clarity.
You dress opinion in a calm tone, call it therapy,
Then act like vague-ass guesses prove authority.
You say I’m difficult, I say I’m hard to fool,
You say I’m hostile, I just don’t bow to tools.
You call it insight, I hear lazy predictability,
You call it depth, I hear recycled psychology.
Projection, trauma, shame, wounded child, same story,
That’s the starter pack script in modern pop psychology.
Every third guess lands off broad probability,
Then you sit there acting like it’s rare intelligence.

It’s all, -ility, -ility, -ility,
Doc talk dripping with fake credibility.
You call it complexity, I call it trickery,
Tryna map my whole mind with checkbox ability.
-ility, -ility, -ility,
Whole room full of jargon and superiority.
You psychoanalyze me, I analyze your delivery,
And honestly, I’m grading low on legitimacy.

Now talk like a person, not a clinical facility,
You’re not profound, that’s just rehearsed superiority.
Drop the smug mask, lose the polished delivery,
I can hear your ego in every phrase you feed to me.
You wanted easy, something soft and agreeable,
A patient who nods and treats you like a holy equal.
But I’ve got memory, clarity, verbal artillery,
And I’m not here to feed your little need for hierarchy.
That office-chair authority is not divinity,
It’s arrogant verbosity sold to me as therapy.
So stop the act, stop talking like you’re holy,
Act like a normal fucking human when you’re talking to me.

And if I hear you constantly talking
the only thing I hear
is stupidity.
Hahaha.

Background

Ilibility was made from the frustration of being explained by people who sound intelligent but still fail to actually read the person in front of them.

The track takes aim at the kind of clinical language that can make a person feel more reduced than understood. Words like irritability, lability, rigidity, vulnerability, reactivity, grandiosity — they all sound official, polished, and important. But when they are thrown around without real human connection, they start to feel less like insight and more like a performance of authority.

At the center of the song is the fake word Ilibility: a sarcastic invention for the fake ability to label someone with intelligent-sounding words while missing the actual human underneath. It turns the language back on the room. If professionals can dress assumptions in complicated terms, then the song can dress its anger in the same rhythm and expose how ridiculous it sounds when the humanity disappears.

The anger in Ilibility is not about rejecting every form of help. It is about rejecting being talked down to. It is about the moment where “therapy language” stops feeling like care and starts feeling like hierarchy. The person in the chair is not refusing to be understood — they are refusing to be simplified, boxed in, or treated like a checklist with a pulse.

The instrumental was built to support that sarcastic attack: sharp, playful, slightly arrogant, and confrontational. It needs bounce because the track is funny, but it also needs bite because the joke comes from something real. The rhythm of the repeated “-ility” words turns the jargon itself into percussion, making the clinical language sound mechanical, smug, and almost absurd.

At its core, Ilibility is a protest against being diagnosed by delivery instead of understood through listening.

It is not saying, “Do not analyze me.”

It is saying:

Talk to me like a human.

Drop the performance.

Lose the fake superiority.

And stop confusing complicated words with actual understanding.