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[Verse 1]
In the yellow room, it waits
Merrin swore it faced the wall
By morning it's across the floor
Nose to nose with the doll
Its wooden mane is chipped black
One eye shine, one eye gone
Every night I lock the latch
Every night the horse moves on
[Pre-Chorus]
Two small wheels in the dust
One slow creak in the dark
Then the bridle starts to sway
Like a hand just off the mark
[Chorus]
That horse keeps rocking on its own
Rocking on its own
Round and round that broken throne
Rocking on its own
(rocking on its own)
It knows my name by the bone
Rocking on its own
[Verse 2]
I found hoof marks in the ash
Tiny dents along the base
A scratch line on the wallpaper
At the height of a child’s face
I said, "Who’s there?" to the room
Only that thin timber groan
Then it tipped and faced the bed
Like it had been left alone
[Pre-Chorus]
Two small wheels in the dust
One slow creak in the dark
Then the bridle starts to sway
Like a hand just off the mark
[Chorus]
That horse keeps rocking on its own
Rocking on its own
Round and round that broken throne
Rocking on its own
(rocking on its own)
It knows my name by the bone
Rocking on its own
[Bridge]
Last night I held the door
Pressed my shoulder to the frame
But the room went still and cold
And the horse turned by itself again
No child in the wallpaper
No hand in the cracked toy chest
Just that old carved mouth of wood
And a slow nod in its chest
[Final Chorus]
That horse keeps rocking on its own
Rocking on its own
Round and round that broken throne
Rocking on its own
(rocking on its own)
It knows my name by the bone
Rocking on its own
It won’t let me sleep alone
Rocking on its own
Details
GeneratedJun 12, 2026
Duration4:07
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark indie rock with a slow swung pulse and half-time tom groove; verse creeps on palm-muted guitar and a detuned toy-box figure, pre-chorus opens with rising bass and stacked oohs, chorus lands on a lurching hook with gang vocal doubles. Whispered lead in verses, strained doubles on hooks, short delay throws on the title line. Vinyl crackle, reversed swells, and a sudden drum choke before the final chorus. Dry, haunted, close-mic mix with a sharp punch., slow
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NecroShadowBeats
NecroShadowBeatsModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Slow and evil, haunted rocking horse moving on its own in a room
