Marathon Lyrics & Chords By Doomtree

(Sims)
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
(Hook)
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
(Dessa)
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
(Mike)
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
(Hook)
(Cecil)
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
(Hook)
(Sims)
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
(Hook)
(Stef)
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 feelin it’s better livin through chemistry / or prolly extra feelin everything / Hyperrealing the fuck outta 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