This song is such a powerful song. Listening to this with headphones in takes me to a whole-nother world. It lets me take my mind off things for a few minutes. Thank you.
[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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) [Verse 2] 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" [Chorus] 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 [Bridge] 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) [Chorus] 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) [Bridge] But they won't get them No, they won't get them They won't get them But they won't get them [Verse 3] 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
I'm sick and tired of all the hurt and lies And all the times we try to turn and hide From a stigma that doesn't scare me anymore All the pain and sorrow, what was it for? To paint a picture of the person I wanted to be But the person in the picture was never the real me The real me was terrified, locked in his room at night Listening through locked doors as they scream and fight Then my mom passed away, addicted to pills Loneliness and anger that was all i could feel She was ripped from my life like a bandage from a wound Hell who knows, maybe ill meet her again soon I needed her my life she was my one protection Now all I have left are her eyes in my reflection She shouldve been at my graduation, i hate it when my nana cries I want just one more conversation, just one more to say goodbye
some kid who uploaded the instrumentals after me and was mad that my vids were getting more views than his lol! i told him that he was being selfish and treating everything like it was a race for the most views
Vooshooo smh, some people can be so petty sometimes. even so, thank you for uploading this! I’ve been binging instrumental tøp songs recently and totally.. not... crying at how beautiful they all are
evie maria people who don’t have good taste in music that’s who. This song is in my top 3 most favorite songs of all time. It’s so powerful and gives me such a safe and happy feeling
Call (Call) Call (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 (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
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
La banda se llama Twenty Øne Piløts, es la canción neon gravestones, este es solo el instrumental pero si gustas puedes buscarla así como tal y ver su letra en español, te va a gustar ✨
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 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
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
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
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
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
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 Like i see nobody wants to put the goddamn lyrics I will >:(
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 Traduire en français
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
Видеоклипы
Download Trench Instrumentals: drive.google.com/drive/folders/1mKotgjvTENmCK6ggxVDs1qJSt4bYcsQu?usp=share_link
1:26 LISTEN TO THE PIANO
I did and it's amazing, thanks. The drums after it are amazing too.
Dude I know, that was one of my favorite parts of the song even before I heard this. It just adds so much to the melody
Hamilton vibes
omg this is a masterpiece
2:28 felt like there was an alien screaming
It sounds like a vulture to me
Abdullrahman Hakamei yes, they also are in pet cheetah
zIM??
Ikr, it sounds like the noises in tyler's first album
A cemetery door
At 3:07 if u listen closely you can here something similar to car radio
I dont get it
Dude I can’t figure out what I meant by this
@@drewmanchu3563 dude😂
The intro is giving me major moonlight sonata vibes but who cares if it does or doesn't I love this so much
i think it’s tyler’s play on it
@@jbro463 yeahh ig so
It is.
This song is such a powerful song. Listening to this with headphones in takes me to a whole-nother world. It lets me take my mind off things for a few minutes. Thank you.
the sounds at 00:20 and others like it throughout the trench album (like in cut my lip) make me feel like I'm in another world
i’m actually crying can someone give me tissues-
here you are, fren ʕ •́؈•̀ ₎ ||-//
🧻Here we can share
Here i
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 2]
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"
[Chorus]
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
[Bridge]
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)
[Chorus]
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)
[Bridge]
But they won't get them
No, they won't get them
They won't get them
But they won't get them
[Verse 3]
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
Ffs the instrumentals in this is one of the reasons why its one of my favourite songs on the album
DUDE THESE ARE COMING IN LIKE CANDY BARS, BUT THEY ARE AWESOME😱🔥🙏🙏
now all of trench is on my channel besides jumpsuit cause i got copyrightstriked
@@Vooshooo That sucks
@@owens. yeah i know but click the top link is desc to hear everything
@@Vooshooo Definitely
I'm sick and tired of all the hurt and lies
And all the times we try to turn and hide
From a stigma that doesn't scare me anymore
All the pain and sorrow, what was it for?
To paint a picture of the person I wanted to be
But the person in the picture was never the real me
The real me was terrified, locked in his room at night
Listening through locked doors as they scream and fight
Then my mom passed away, addicted to pills
Loneliness and anger that was all i could feel
She was ripped from my life like a bandage from a wound
Hell who knows, maybe ill meet her again soon
I needed her my life she was my one protection
Now all I have left are her eyes in my reflection
She shouldve been at my graduation, i hate it when my nana cries
I want just one more conversation, just one more to say goodbye
this made me tear up a bit I hope you're doing alright fren stay alive its worth it
Moonlight sonata anyone?
Very similar yes
Probably is a avariation of moonlight sonata
it's called sampling.
No
@@themessageman2463 board of canada substracted from her face shape feel plus the median with the moonlight sonata
who tf disliked this
some kid who uploaded the instrumentals after me and was mad that my vids were getting more views than his lol! i told him that he was being selfish and treating everything like it was a race for the most views
Vooshooo smh, some people can be so petty sometimes. even so, thank you for uploading this! I’ve been binging instrumental tøp songs recently and totally.. not... crying at how beautiful they all are
evie maria people who don’t have good taste in music that’s who. This song is in my top 3 most favorite songs of all time. It’s so powerful and gives me such a safe and happy feeling
Omg this is beautiful !!
Selling replay buttons :
2:10
2:10
2:10
2:10
2:10
Call (Call)
Call (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
(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
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
Respect man, 100% accurate. Saludos desde latinoamerica✌️
I didnt make this its the official one
Vooshooo this made me laugh
@@Vooshooo still be cool lol; ether way, thanks for uploand it
Can you make a video with only vocales of this song withouth instrumental?
unfortunately I can't. Vocals will come out eventually tho
I understand, thank you very much for your work I like it
2:28
:0
Soooo good man
3:07
Dude the piano solo sounds like moonlight sonata no.14
Nice!
Can you make a trees live version???
I could but there is already a ton of amazing edits out there and im working on other music currently so.... idk
I see the story in this beat. 👀
WHAT IS THE PIANO CALLED UGH IM IN LOVE
I'm pretty sure the piano sounds like a grand piano. I could be wrong though.
wing upright in keyscape supposedly
👍
My fav part 2:28
listen to this at 2 times speed
Habia visto que es de musicos como Moazart Bethoven, pero me pueden decir como se llama por favor
La banda se llama Twenty Øne Piløts, es la canción neon gravestones, este es solo el instrumental pero si gustas puedes buscarla así como tal y ver su letra en español, te va a gustar ✨
Replay 2:10 🥺🥺🥺
Anyone getting moonlight sonata vibes from the piano?
cadê os brasileiros nessa porra?
Shit
The instrumental?
Fuck off hater
What do you mean by shit ?
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Like i see nobody wants to put the goddamn lyrics I will >:(
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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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