Lyrics Funeral - Lt Headtrip

It's a celebration not a funeral
That was my attempt at grace, not a eulogy
This is what I made for last week's show and tell
I know it's pretty late but we're still up. I hope you'll humor me
This is how I function under pressure
I'm too restless guess I gotta lucid dream while I'm awake
Ay caramba. I'm a message in a keg without a sanke
My wings are scared of sinking, that's what helps me ride the wave
And that's an easy pill to choke on
The universal motion for suffocation is a kink
Told my chauffeur, "Hold on!" then back seat drove that
Will to power off the Queensborough, off the brink.
Ain't stop to think

Check the tides before you might begin to wander and
Count the time between the lightning and the thunder
You can doubt the sky but it's annihilation's stubborn
Count the time between the lightning and the thunder
Laud the highest your environment's redundant
It's not precise, but your guidance isn't either
Learn your climate before you sign away your comforts and
Count the time between the lightning and the thunder

They told me, You're gonna need to learn to hold your breath for longer than that
If you're planning on abandoning that loyal a craft
And the only way to practice is to walk the lagoon
Still got the rocks in my boots and wander a turbulent path
And you can chase the whale but that's a dragon in disguise
You can tell by the avarice in it's eyes
Hey, a tale's a tale you either catch it or you die
Trying ain't good enough in trial by fire
Like, "Put it out! put it out!" Nah let the motherfucker burn
"Put it out! Put it out!" Pretty soon we'll just be bucketing the ruins
Fill em up. Dump it out. That's a trash can. That's an earn
Death's a learning opportunity. Break the glass or burn

Check the tides before you might begin to wander and
Count the time between the lightning and the thunder
You can doubt the sky but it's annihilation's stubborn
Count the time between the lightning and the thunder
Laud the highest your environment's redundant
It's not precise, but your guidance isn't either
Learn your climate before you sign away your comforts and
Count the time between the lightning and the thunder

If they're getting shorter than it's soon to be above you
Count your blessings. Start your begging. Run for cover
The clouds are nigh; they've got your whereabouts and number
We're defined by how we pilot troubled waters
It's a celebration not a funeral
That was an invitation, not an obituary
I studied elevation in this concrete crucible
To cruise above it's beautiful filth and find my sanctuary
But skies are unforgiving. Weather systems, relentless
A key without a lock on a kite string. No conductor
So i've resigned inside the pressure of this tempest
Try to count the seconds between my lightning strikes and rumbles