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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He had a soft voice
Like rain in a cup
Kept his hands in his pockets
Kept his past zipped up
In the back of the bakery
By the flour and flame
He would say my good morning
Like it was my name
[Pre-Chorus]
But the nights got longer
And the floorboards groaned
He came home with silence
And a face of stone
I asked, “What are you making?”
He said, “You’ll see”
Then the door went black
And it swallowed me
[Chorus]
Oh, the man turned wild
(turned wild)
Oh, the man turned wild
He wore my fear like skin
Oh, the man turned wild
(turned wild)
Oh, the man turned wild
And I let him in
[Verse 2]
He stopped using my name
Used a low, flat sound
Like a lock in a hallway
When the house shut down
There were dents in the table
There were cracks in the glass
And a smell like old pennies
In the back of the hall
[Pre-Chorus]
I saw red in the doorway
I saw ash on his sleeve
Every small thing he loved
Started learning to leave
I said, “Come back, come back”
To the boy I knew
But his eyes were a window
With nothing through
[Chorus]
Oh, the man turned wild
(turned wild)
Oh, the man turned wild
He wore my fear like skin
Oh, the man turned wild
(turned wild)
Oh, the man turned wild
And I let him in
[Bridge]
Now he walks like thunder
Through the room at dawn
And the soft voice is buried
Where the good went wrong
Still I hear it under
All the teeth and smoke
One small trembling answer
That the monster broke
[Final Chorus]
Oh, the man turned wild
(turned wild)
Oh, the man turned wild
He wore my fear like skin
Oh, the man turned wild
(turned wild)
Oh, the man turned wild
And I let him in
[Outro]
Soft voice story
Of a man I knew
Till the dark came learning
How to wear him too
Details
GeneratedAug 5, 2026
Duration3:57
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark indie-folk ballad with a slow 6/8 sway, fingerpicked acoustic guitar and bowed bass; verse stays intimate and spare, pre-chorus lifts with trembling harmony, chorus opens into soft stacked vocals and a low drum pulse. Breathy close-mic lead, gentle doubles on the hook, a few ghostly ooohs in the turnarounds, with reversed swells and room-tone crackle between sections. Warm, haunted, close and cinematic., soft
Credits
Prompt bykraven
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Soft voice story about the man who became a monster
