Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mars Mignon
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mars Mignon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mars Mignon
Producer
Harrison Sands
Mixing Engineer
Shane Doe
Mastering Engineer
Lirik
Spring's around the corner
And she's calling my name
She's drinking in the sunlight
I'll just stick to the shade
Reflection in the water needs somebody to blame
Pollen on my fingers
And I'm itching my nose
Another cycle stuffs me up with something nobody knows
But everybody 'round me is allergic to home
A history of violence
Too big for my body
I'll carry the weight like Atlas did
A legacy of silence
I will not go quietly
I'll ferry across the river Styx
Take the soul of my dead life
Make Persephone my wife
So something could grow down here with this
History of violence
Too big for my body
Spring's across the country
But she's calling my name
She says"Are you in it for love, or are you here for the fame?
Don't take too long to answer, Imma need one today"
Sunburn from the moonlight
And it's stinging my soul
The constellations sing their stories out like nobody knows
Maybe if I join them, I'll forget all my woes
A history of violence
Too big for my body
I'll carry the weight like Atlas did
A legacy of silence
I will not go quietly
I'll ferry across the river Styx
Take the soul of my dead life
Make Persephone my wife
So something could grow down here with this
History of violence
Too big for my body
Someone took my lemonade
And spiked it with a little shame
That I haven't grown up at all
Little talks and bigger games
There's nothing wrong, I wanna play
But I can't seem to catch my fall
And I'll save another bite for my last plate
So when I'm passing over
I can savor the taste of something I made
Something I made
And it won't taste like
A history of violence
Too big for my body
I'll carry the weight like Atlas did
A legacy of silence
I will not go quietly
A history of violence
Too big for my body
I'll carry the weight like Atlas did
A legacy of silence
I will not go quietly
I'll ferry across the river Styx
Take the soul of my dead life
Make Persephone my wife
So something could grow down here with this
History of violence
That doesn't define me
History of violence
That doesn't define me
A history of violence
Written by: Mars Mignon