Marathon
Doomtree Lyrics


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I had this dream that I was floating
I had this dream that I was floating
I had this dream that I was on top of the tallest building
And I could see everything around me
And I crept my toes over the edge
I had this dream that I was floating
I had the dream that I was on top
And I crept my toes over the edge
And I dropped everything I was holding

I'm tearing down all these outmoded ideas about now
How it's going, what it is, and how it sounds
And I walk like midnight city in my grip
Like I won't let it slip until I get light
I'm burning all these old bodies, holding no vigils
See which pieces send smoke signals
No combing the ash, let the breeze sort it out
Boarded-out, that house I tore it down

When it all boils down there's nothing but bones left
When it all boils down there's nothing but bones left
When it all boils down there's nothing but bones left
When it all boils down there's nothing but bones left
Nothing but bones left, nothing but bones

And it's the same safe
But the codes won't work
Guess the joke's on me
Looks like I'm on first
The map got turnt
Or the river took out the bridge
But we can't get out
The way that we came in
The compass needle is sticking
The numbers step out of sequence
The stars here look hardly like the ones from last season
And we've been leaking diesel since the first freeze
You can leave the car keys in it
I'm getting out

Each brick is a pixel
Each step is a stitch in the dust
Grass it'll whistle
Buzzed by the breath with your lungs
Get your day in the sun to be young
Streamers on the handlebars
Soft drugs and underwire
Love's a funny animal
Be careful what you tell yourself
Fairy tales and anecdotes
Both dangerous for amateurs
Born hunter-gatherers
Agriculture made matadors
Now given all we've wanted for
We watch it on the monitors

And you won't know me by incisors or metacarpus
Claim carcass, head on the wall, body starting the metamorphose
They say we Bitter-ly hold grudge
Distorted intent, well consider the sources
Cow tongue, it's utterly horseshit
Huddled up, the rudder stuck, redirected our forces
Polyamory, fuck everybody
We devoted to the family, balance against the gravity
Self hate rediscovered inside misandry
Clean slate, my desire to rule the man in me
Fever for fire, the flame vapor, the skin paper, the blood thicker
Vein fill up sure as a shape shifter
Follow forward with the sense of the spot blown
Call it origin, everything before it the Dead Zone
Underworld nan-god indivisible
No subliminal, every bit of mass is not critical
Deity Retired, just remember I lived
Cuz you won't know me by my skull or my rib
Locked in, clocked out
Yeah it is what it is
Just remember I lived
Cuz you won't know me by my skull or my rib
Locked in, clocked out
Yeah it is what it is

When it all boils down there's nothing but bones left
When it all boils down there's nothing but bones left
When it all boils down there's nothing but bones left
When it all boils down there's nothing but bones left
Nothing but bones left, nothing but bones

And I'm running to home, it's running me dry
I loved the road but love can be blind
Covered in gold, covered in pride
Under an oath, under disguise
Suffered the smoke stuck in your eyes
And we priced it, sold its name, nine sips of Novocain
I sit inside a cell and side with the kinda hell
That likes when you show its pain
Lives off your fear of heights and strikes when it's all the same
And it's feeling like
Like it's a say anything moment
The reckonings are everywhere, the mezzanine's closing
So I ain't holding nothing on safety
Running up the towers, I was running on empty
Break me, shape me under the knife
Raise me up til I'm grown, break another device to set free
Shake the love of my life, tell them nothing was wrong
Tell me nothing was right, prestige

When it all boils down there's nothing but bones left
When it all boils down there's nothing but bones left
When it all boils down there's nothing but bones left
When it all boils down there's nothing but bones left
Nothing but bones left, nothing but bones

This time I slit the throat ruthless
Profuse rouges out the wound
Washing out these blueprints
Hammers to these lead balloons
Cement shoes and useless abuses
Leave the wolf toothless
I had this dream that I was floating
Free from these explosions in the subtle
Cuffs uncoupled
When I woke wildfire turned the broken into rubble
Turned myself into molten
Poured out what isn't potent

When it all boils down there's nothing but bones left
When it all boils down there's nothing but bones left
When it all boils down there's nothing but bones left
When it all boils down there's nothing but bones left
Nothing but bones left, nothing but bones

I had a dream I was floating

Uh, respect given where it's livin'
Peace to non-violents populating the prisons
Bag a dicks follow the money track
Chew on that if you profit off of somebody's back
Atlas with the standards
Sickle sharp and red as fuck with my hammer
Chisel tippin', chisel chippin', shaping scenery
Hit the prism, catch a vision, whiff of unity
Let 'em dip and sweat and trip out on the tryptamines
Instead of feeling it's better living through chemistry
Or probably extra feeling everything
Hyperrealing the fuck out of nights because days sting
And playthings save sentiments
Pain brings them same things to resent and quit
So it's chest fulla broke toys
And no noise is loud enough to drown me
Got ya boy turning every knob to the right
Every button with an arrow up crushed
'Til my vision is bright white
Mute the dialogue, watch the lips move
Change the script around, make that bullshit tight

I been a real self-starter
Found myself swimmingly, real hot water
Since I was young I seem to feel this harder
These guys are fucking kidding me
World made for larpers
I tend to ghost, knapsack, arrow, and stealth
Fulla mean and a copy of Health is in You!
Sometimes it be like that
Just gotta put the pipe down and get your feelings back
Ya heard kids, spitting on teens
Pulling down cloud nine, pissing on dreams
Shitting on em, it's real bodily for me right now
I'm bout to body somebody and barf
Every fluid cept the good one
Giver everyday 'til every city is in ruins




Bash 'til I'm burger
Hashtag No Kings, crash y'alls server

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Doomtree's song "Marathon" depict a dreamlike state where the singer is floating on top of the tallest building, letting go of everything they were holding, tearing down old ideas and rebuilding them. The song follows a stream of consciousness narrative as it touches upon themes of growth, love, pain, and existentialism. The lyrics are reflective of the human experience, where one has to let go of outdated beliefs and ideologies and embrace the uncertainty of life. The song seems to be an ode to the journey of self-discovery and the transformation that comes with it.


The chorus "When it all boils down, there's nothing but bones left" seems to emphasize the fragility and transience of life. It reminds us of how everything we hold onto, our ideologies, and material possessions, will eventually crumble away, leaving us with nothing but our bare bones. It implies that the only thing that matters is how we live our life and the legacy we leave behind.


Line by Line Meaning

I had this dream that I was floating
I envisioned myself floating, free from the constraints of reality.


I had this dream that I was on top of the tallest building
In my dream, I found myself standing on the highest point, able to see everything around me.


And I could see everything around me
From that vantage point, I had a clear view of my surroundings.


And I crept my toes over the edge
I cautiously extended my toes beyond the edge of the building.


And I dropped everything I was holding
In that moment, I let go of all the burdens and responsibilities I was carrying.


I’m tearing down all these outmoded ideas about now
I am dismantling outdated notions and concepts about the present moment.


How it’s going, what it is, and how it sounds
Including beliefs about the current state of affairs, its nature, and how it is perceived.


And I walk like midnight city in my grip
I move through the darkness of the city with confidence and control.


Like I won’t let it slip until I get light
With the determination to not let go until I find enlightenment.


I’m burning all these old bodies, holding no vigils
I am metaphorically destroying the remnants of my past, without holding onto any mourning rituals.


See which pieces send smoke signals
Observing which fragments of my history communicate important messages or signals.


No combing the ash, let the breeze sort it out
Rather than analyzing the remnants, I allow the wind to naturally disperse and arrange them.


Boarded-out, that house I tore it down
I securely sealed off the house before demolishing it entirely.


When it all boils down there’s nothing but bones left
Ultimately, after all is said and done, only the bare essentials remain.


And it’s the same safe
Despite appearances, the safety is unchanged.


But the codes won’t work
However, the codes or rules no longer apply or function.


Guess the joke’s on me
I realize that I am the butt of the joke.


Looks like I’m on first
It seems like I'm the first to be affected or impacted.


The map got turnt
The map became altered or distorted.


Or the river took out the bridge
Alternatively, the river destroyed the bridge.


But we can’t get out
Unfortunately, there is no way for us to escape the situation.


The way that we came in
We cannot return the way we entered.


The compass needle is sticking
The compass needle is not moving or functioning properly.


The numbers step out of sequence
The numbers no longer follow a logical or expected order.


The stars here look hardly like the ones from last season
The stars in this place appear vastly different from those I observed in the previous season.


And we’ve been leaking diesel since the first freeze
We have been losing fuel and energy since the initial freeze.


You can leave the car keys in it
You can abandon the car and its keys without consequence.


I’m getting out
I am choosing to leave or escape from this situation.


Each brick is a pixel
Each brick represents a minute element or detail.


Each step is a stitch in the dust
Every movement I take acts as a small contribution or alteration in the greater scheme of things.


Grass it’ll whistle
The grass emits a soft, melodious sound.


Buzzed by the breath with your lungs
Feeling the sensation of the breath passing through your lungs, creating a buzzing feeling.


Get your day in the sun to be young
Seize the opportunity to enjoy and experience the vitality of youth while you can.


Streamers on the handlebars
Decorative streamers attached to the handlebars of a bicycle.


Soft drugs and underwire
Mild or recreational drugs paired with underwire garments, symbolizing a mix of pleasure and discomfort.


Love’s a funny animal
Love is a complex, unpredictable phenomenon.


Be careful what you tell yourself
Exercise caution and mindfulness in the thoughts and beliefs you internalize.


Fairy tales and anecdotes
Stories that captivate with their whimsy and personal accounts.


Both dangerous for amateurs
Both can be risky or problematic for those lacking expertise or experience.


Born hunter-gatherers
We are innately inclined to seek and gather resources or experiences.


Agriculture made matadors
The introduction of agriculture transformed us into individuals who manipulate and control our environment.


Now given all we’ve wanted for
Having now attained our desires and wishes.


We watch it on the monitors
Rather than experiencing life directly, we passively observe it through screens and technological devices.


And you won’t know me by incisors or metacarpus
Identifying me cannot be done by examining my teeth or hand bones.


Claim carcass, head on the wall, body starting the metamorphose
Staking ownership over the physical remains, with the understanding that the transformation process has begun.


They say we Bitter-ly hold grudge
There is a belief that we hold onto grudges with a bitter intent.


Distorted intent, well consider the sources
However, the true intentions may be warped, so it is important to carefully evaluate their origins.


Cow tongue, it’s utterly horseshit
The words spoken are completely nonsense or false.


Huddled up, the rudder stuck, redirected our forces
Coming together in a group, but with a faulty rudder, causing us to change and redirect our efforts.


Polyamory, fuck everybody
Embracing multiple romantic relationships and disregarding the judgment or opinions of others.


We devoted to the family, balance against the gravity
Our commitment lies with our chosen family, defying the pull of societal norms and expectations.


Self hate rediscovered inside misandry
The rediscovery of self-hatred within the context of hatred or resentment towards men.


Clean slate, my desire to rule the man in me
A fresh start, accompanied by the yearning to take control over my own masculinity.


Fever for fire, the flame vapor, the skin paper, the blood thicker
A burning desire for passion and intensity, with the flame dissipating like vapor, leaving behind fragile skin and stronger bonds of blood.


Vein fill up sure as a shape shifter
The veins being filled up with certainty, just like a being capable of changing form.


Follow forward with the sense of the spot blown
Continue moving forward, guided by the feeling of a blown or revealed secret.


Call it origin, everything before it the Dead Zone
Referring to the starting point as the origin, considering everything before it as a stagnant or lifeless area.


Underworld nan-god indivisible
A god-like figure within the underworld, unable to be separated or divided.


No subliminal, every bit of mass is not critical
There are no hidden or subconscious messages, and not every piece of matter is essential or significant.


Deity Retired, just remember I lived
The deity has stepped down from their position, but it is important to acknowledge their existence and impact.


Cuz you won’t know me by my skull or my rib
My true identity cannot be determined by examining my skull or ribcage.


Locked in, clocked out
Feeling trapped or confined, emotionally detached or disengaged.


Yeah it is what it is
Accepting the situation as it is, without expecting it to change.


And I’m running to home, it’s running me dry
I am desperately trying to return to my place of comfort, but it is draining me completely.


I loved the road but love can be blind
While I enjoyed the journey, love has the potential to hinder one's perception and judgment.


Covered in gold, covered in pride
Immersed in wealth and arrogance.


Under an oath, under disguise
Bound by a promise or commitment, concealed underneath a false appearance.


Suffered the smoke stuck in your eyes
Endured the pain and discomfort caused by the smoke trapped in your eyes.


And we priced it, sold its name, nine sips of Novocain
We assigned a value to it, sold its identity, and numbed the pain with nine sips of Novocain.


I sit inside a cell and side with the kinda hell
Imprisoned both physically and mentally, aligning myself with a certain type of torment.


That likes when you show its pain
Finding satisfaction in witnessing and displaying its own pain.


Lives off your fear of heights and strikes when it’s all the same
Thrives on exploiting your fear of heights and takes advantage of the monotony or repetition.


And it’s feeling like
The situation is beginning to feel as if


Like it’s a say anything moment
One of those moments where anything can be said or revealed.


The reckonings are everywhere, the mezzanine’s closing
The consequences or judgments are imminent, and the intermediate level is coming to an end.


So I ain’t holding nothing on safety
Therefore, I am not restraining or safeguarding anything.


Running up the towers, I was running on empty
Ascending the towers energetically, but lacking any substance or fulfillment.


Break me, shape me under the knife
Allowing myself to be broken and molded under the influence of external forces.


Raise me up til I’m grown, break another device to set free
Nurture and guide me until I mature, then break another barrier or constraint to liberate myself.


Shake the love of my life, tell them nothing was wrong
Rocking the foundation of the person I hold most dear, while claiming that nothing was amiss.


Tell me nothing was right, prestige
Informing me that nothing was correct or satisfactory, resulting in a loss of prestige.


This time I slit the throat ruthless
On this occasion, I am mercilessly cutting the throat.


Profuse rouges out the wound
Copious amounts of red fluid flowing from the wound.


Washing out these blueprints
Eliminating or erasing the plans or strategies.


Hammers to these lead balloons
Applying force and pressure to these heavy burdens or obstacles.


Cement shoes and useless abuses
Being weighed down by cement shoes and enduring pointless mistreatment.


Leave the wolf toothless
Rendering the wolf powerless or defenseless.


I had this dream that I was floating
Once again, I had a dream where I was suspended in mid-air.


Free from these explosions in the subtle
Liberated from the subtle, yet impactful, explosions or conflicts.


Cuffs uncoupled
The handcuffs have been disconnected or unfastened.


When I woke wildfire turned the broken into rubble
Upon awakening, a fierce fire transformed the broken into mere wreckage.


Turned myself into molten
I transformed myself into a liquid state, resembling molten material.


Poured out what isn’t potent
I emptied out everything that lacked strength or effectiveness.


Uh, respect given where it’s livin'
Acknowledging and granting respect where it is deserved or earned.


Peace to non-violents populating the prisons
Extending peace and well wishes to those who, despite their non-violent nature, find themselves incarcerated.


Bag a dicks follow the money track
Condemning those who prioritize personal gain and profit without considering the consequences or ethical implications.


Chew on that if you profit off of somebody’s back
Reflect on this if you are benefiting or profiting from the labor or exploitation of others.


Atlas with the standards
Carrying the weight and expectations of society.


Sickle sharp and red as fuck with my hammer
Both deadly and passionate, wielding a sharp sickle and a powerful hammer.


Chisel tippin', chisel chippin', shaping scenery
Skillfully and meticulously sculpting the landscape, chipping away at unnecessary elements.


Hit the prism, catch a vision, whiff of unity
Striking the prism of perspective, capturing a glimpse of unified understanding or harmony.


Let 'em dip and sweat and trip out on the tryptamines
Allowing others to immerse themselves in sensory experiences and altered states of consciousness induced by tryptamines.


Instead of feeling it’s better living through chemistry
Choosing to explore and experience life directly, rather than relying on chemical compounds.


Or probably extra feeling everything
Alternatively, perhaps embracing heightened sensitivity to fully feel and experience everything.


Hyperrealing the fuck out of nights because days sting
Overexperiencing and intensifying every aspect of nights to compensate for the painful realities of days.


And playthings save sentiments
Toys or objects serve as vessels for emotions and memories.


Pain brings them same things to resent and quit
Painful experiences often evoke the same feelings of resentment and a desire to give up.


So it’s chest fulla broke toys
Consequently, my chest is filled with broken toys or symbols of shattered dreams.


And no noise is loud enough to drown me
No amount of noise or distractions can overpower or silence me.


Got ya boy turning every knob to the right
I am adjusting and controlling every aspect of my life in a positive direction.


Every button with an arrow up crushed
Pressing every button with an upward arrow, symbolizing progress and growth.


'Til my vision is bright white
Continuing until my perspective becomes clear and enlightened.


Mute the dialogue, watch the lips move
Silencing the conversation or discourse, while still observing the movement of the lips.


Change the script around, make that bullshit tight
Revising the narrative, transforming it into a more concise and compelling form.


I been a real self-starter
I have always been proactive and motivated from within.


Found myself swimmingly, real hot water
Ended up in challenging situations, facing significant difficulties.


Since I was young I seem to feel this harder
From a young age, I have always felt things more intensely or deeply.


These guys are fucking kidding me
I am incredulous and cannot believe these individuals' actions or words.


World made for larpers
The world seems to be designed for people pretending or adopting false personas.


I tend to ghost, knapsack, arrow, and stealth
I have a tendency to disappear or withdraw, carrying a backpack and possessing the qualities of an arrow or stealth.


Fulla mean and a copy of Health is in You!
Filled with negative or harsh emotions, and a copy of the magazine Health is in You!


Sometimes it be like that
Occasionally, that is just the way things are.


Just gotta put the pipe down and get your feelings back
I need to let go of my vices and rediscover my emotions.


Ya heard kids, spitting on teens
Listen, young ones, disrespecting or mocking adolescents.


Pulling down cloud nine, pissing on dreams
Destroying or undermining others' happiness and aspirations.


Shitting on em, it’s real bodily for me right now
Expressing my disdain or contempt in a very visceral and physical manner.


I’m bout to body somebody and barf
I am on the brink of violently defeating someone and then vomiting.


Every fluid cept the good one
Every bodily fluid except the beneficial or positive one.


Giver everyday 'til every city is in ruins
Continuously contributing or exerting effort until every city is destroyed or in a state of decay.


Bash 'til I’m burger
Persistently attacking or pummeling until I am reduced to a mere patty of meat.


Hashtag No Kings, crash y’alls server
Using the hashtag No Kings, I will disrupt and overload your server.




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: AARON MATTHEW MADER, ANDREW WILLIAM SIMS, DESSA MARGRET WANDER, JOHN REY SAMELS, KYLE CRAIG SMITH, MICHAEL THOMAS MARQUEZ, STEFON LERON ALEXANDER

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Comments from YouTube:

RyanGiggsOBE

Seriously think Sims could just rap complete bollocks and it will somehow find a way to connect with me.  He is one of those musicians whose music is a soundtrack to my life.

Saunder Johnson

Keep speaking that truth! A song to live by thank you for helping me with the sound track to my life 🙏🏻😎

Dacia Hensley

Dope af!!

Jason Bay

Mike Mictlan owns this one. Epic end to the album.

Scott Redmon

I love you guys.

taylor treadgold

anybody know if there is an instrumental of this, maybe with the intro intact.