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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He signed the deed with a shaking hand
Old boards groaned in the mountain land
Black mold climbed up the banister
A widow’s photo watched from the mirror
The porch swung open in the wind
A jar of teeth sat by the sink
Every room had a lowered breath
Like something learning me to death
[Pre-Chorus]
Then the walls began to moan
In a voice that knew my bones
And the candle sputtered blue
When she said, “I live with you”
[Chorus]
This was my house first
Leave or I’ll make your mind burst
This was my house first
Leave or I’ll make your mind burst
She wants her name back
She wants the dark back
[Verse 2]
I nailed the doors, she scratched them through
Red clay mud on the bedroom shoes
Her laugh came thin through the radio
From the back room where the cold winds go
I found old salt under the floor
A crow skull tied to the cellar door
But every charm I threw away
Came back in the shape of yesterday
[Pre-Chorus]
Then the glass began to sing
In a cracked and haunted ring
And the ceiling leaked her face
Slowly rotting into place
[Chorus]
This was my house first
Leave or I’ll make your mind burst
This was my house first
Leave or I’ll make your mind burst
She wants her name back
She wants the dark back
[Bridge]
I saw her standing by the stove
Hair like smoke, eyes like coal
She said, “You’re sleeping in my grave”
Then she carved my last name in the rain
[Final Chorus]
This was my house first
Leave or I’ll make your mind burst
This was my house first
Leave or I’ll make your mind burst
She wants her name back
She wants the dark back
This was my house first
Leave or I’ll make your mind burst
Details
GeneratedApr 22, 2026
Duration4:17
LanguageEnglish
Style
Goth rock with driving mid-tempo toms, dusky bassline, and jagged chorus guitars; verse rides a tense, half-spoken stomp, pre-chorus opens into ringing chords and rising floor-tom pressure, chorus hits with layered gang echoes and a sharp melodic lift. Male vocals, double-tracked in the chorus, ghostly whispers tucked under key lines, reverse-swell transitions, distant bell hits, and a wide, cold mix with cavernous reverb., rock
Credits
Prompt by
ChazzTheSpazz
ChazzTheSpazzModelAria v5.5
Prompt
‘The Witches Home’ a man buys a home in the Appalachias that belonged to an old witch.She haunts and torments him. “This was my house first. Leave or I’ll make your mind burst,” she screams. Goth rock
