Mental Health

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 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
En la canción, Father John Misty reflexiona sobre la salud mental y la identidad en un entorno de vigilancia constante. Describe el panóptico como un lugar donde no se encienden las cámaras, insinuando que uno mismo es su propio vigilante...