Mental Health

In the panopticon

They never turn the cameras on

The guards and the narcs went home

They do a fine enough job on their own

Your true self

Oh, they'd love if you could find it

Makes you much less hard work to predict

One of these label's bound to fit

Oh, identity

Your milk-white shadow

Just try something that you wouldn't do

And it's always one step ahead of you

Mental health, mental health

No one knows you like yourself

You two should speak

In the presence of a licensee

This hallucination

The cathedral in the prison

Where the dreams of a citizen

Can only tell you what is wrong with them

Forgetting the engine of civilization

Coffee and a cigarette

Found no better means of revolt yet

Ah-ah, ah

Mental health, mental health

Maybe we're all far too well

Mental health, mental health

A less pathetic cry for help

Mental health, mental health

There's no higher virtue held

In this crazy world

It's more than a little bit absurd

Oh, insanity

Babe, it's indispensable

For the true endeavor of your soul

To find the edge and, baby, go, go, go

Oh-oh, magic child

Run, baby, run, baby, run, baby, run

The one regret that's really, pretty tough

Is knowing I didn't go nearly far enough

Oh-oh, magic child

This dream, we're born inside

Feels awful real sometimes

But it's all in your mind