Whats 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 wayNoNeon 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 everythingI'll mourn for a kid, but won't cry for a kingNeon 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 elseNeon gravestones try to call(Neon gravestones try to call)Neon gravestones try to call for my bonesNeon 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?ThinkingI'll teach them,Well, I'm refusing the lessonIt won't resonate in our mindsI'm not disrespecting what was left behindJust pleading thatMaybe 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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