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

No...

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

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.