What's my problem?Well, I want you to follow me down to the bottomUnderneath the insane asylumKeep your wits about you while you got 'em'Cause your wits are first to go while you're problem-solvingAnd my problem?We glorify those, even more, when theyMy opinionOur culture can treat a lossLike it's a win and right before we turn on themWe give them the highest of praise, and hang their banner from a ceilingCommunicating, further engravingAn earlier grave is an optional wayNeon gravestones try to call(Neon gravestones try to call)Neon gravestones try to call for my bones(Neon gravestones try to call)Call(For my bones)Call, call, callCallCallWhat's my problem?Don't get it twistedIt's with the people we praise who may have assistedI could use the streams and extra conversationsI could give up, and boost up my reputationI could go out with a bangThey would know my nameThey would host and post a celebrationMy opinion will not be lenientMy opinion, it's real convenientOur words are loud, but now I'm talking actionWe don't get enough love?Well, they get a fractionThey say, "How could he go if he's got everything?I'll mourn for a kid, but won't cry for a king"Neon gravestones try to call(Neon gravestones try to call)Neon gravestones try to call for my bones(Neon gravestones try to call)Call(For my bones)Call, call, callPromise me thisIf I lose to myselfYou won't mourn a dayAnd you'll move onto someone elsePromise me thisIf I lose to myselfYou won't mourn a dayAnd you'll move onto someone else(Call)(Call)Neon gravestones try to call(Neon gravestones try to call)Neon gravestones try to call for my bones(Call, call, call)Neon gravestones try to call(Neon gravestones try to call)Neon gravestones try to call for my bonesBut they won't get themNo, they won't get themThey won't get themBut they won't get themDon't get me wrongThe rise in awarenessIs beating a stigma that no longer scares usBut for sake of discussionIn spirit of fairnessCould we give this some room for a new point of view?And, could it be true that some could be temptedTo use this mistake as a form of aggression?A form of succession?A form of a weapon?Thinking "I'll teach them"Well, I'm refusing the lessonIt won't resonate in our mindsI'm not disrespecting what was left behindJust pleading that "it" does not get glorifiedMaybe we swap out what it is that we hold so highFind your grandparents or someone of agePay some respects for the path that they pavedTo life, they were dedicatedNow, that should be celebrated
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What's my problem?
Well, I want you to follow me down to the bottom
Underneath the insane asylum
Keep your wits about you while you got 'em
'Cause your wits are first to go while you're problem-solving
And my problem?
We glorify those, even more, when they
My opinion
Our culture can treat a loss
Like it's a win and right before we turn on them
We give them the highest of praise, and hang their banner from a ceiling
Communicating, further engraving
An earlier grave is an optional way
Neon gravestones try to call
(Neon gravestones try to call)
Neon gravestones try to call for my bones
(Neon gravestones try to call)
Call
(For my bones)
Call, call, call
Call
Call
What's my problem?
Don't get it twisted
It's with the people we praise who may have assisted
I could use the streams and extra conversations
I could give up, and boost up my reputation
I could go out with a bang
They would know my name
They would host and post a celebration
My opinion will not be lenient
My opinion, it's real convenient
Our words are loud, but now I'm talking action
We don't get enough love?
Well, they get a fraction
They say, "How could he go if he's got everything?
I'll mourn for a kid, but won't cry for a king"
Neon gravestones try to call
(Neon gravestones try to call)
Neon gravestones try to call for my bones
(Neon gravestones try to call)
Call
(For my bones)
Call, call, call
Promise me this
If I lose to myself
You won't mourn a day
And you'll move onto someone else
Promise me this
If I lose to myself
You won't mourn a day
And you'll move onto someone else
(Call)
(Call)
Neon gravestones try to call
(Neon gravestones try to call)
Neon gravestones try to call for my bones
(Call, call, call)
Neon gravestones try to call
(Neon gravestones try to call)
Neon gravestones try to call for my bones
But they won't get them
No, they won't get them
They won't get them
But they won't get them
Don't get me wrong
The rise in awareness
Is beating a stigma that no longer scares us
But for sake of discussion
In spirit of fairness
Could we give this some room for a new point of view?
And, could it be true that some could be tempted
To use this mistake as a form of aggression?
A form of succession?
A form of a weapon?
Thinking "I'll teach them"
Well, I'm refusing the lesson
It won't resonate in our minds
I'm not disrespecting what was left behind
Just pleading that "it" does not get glorified
Maybe we swap out what it is that we hold so high
Find your grandparents or someone of age
Pay some respects for the path that they paved
To life, they were dedicated
Now, that should be celebrated
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