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 presence of a licensee This hallucination The Cathedral 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 Oh, insanity babe it's indispensable For the true endeavour 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 its all in your mind