Letra de Neon Gravestones - Twenty One Pilots

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-solvin' 

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 'em the highest of praise 

And hang their banner from the 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 (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 

(Ooh, call, ooh, call) 

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) 

Neon gravestones try to call for my bones 

(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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