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, 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