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) 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 (call, call) 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 Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones 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