Neon Gravestones

Call, call, call
 
 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
 Call, call, call, call
 
 Call, call
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 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
 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
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 Neon gravestones try to call
 Neon gravestones try to call for my bones
 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!