Lyrics
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
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
WRITERS
Drew Erickson, Josh Tillman
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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