Father John Misty - 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 labels bound to fit

Oh, identity
Your milk white shadow
Just tries 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 presеnce of a licensee

This hallucination
The Cathеdral in the prison
Where the dreams of the citizens
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

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, 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, magic child
This dream we're born inside
Feels awful real sometimes
But it's all in your mind