Mental Health Father John Misty

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 civilisation
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