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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
They call her a shadow
A beast on the hill
A mouth that don't open
A heart made of still
Her silence is sharper than the blade you once knew
But her hands—they are clean
Unlike yours
Unlike you
[Chorus]
The monster you made me
That’s what they say
But I’m just the stone that won’t roll your way
I don’t howl
I don’t cry
I don’t crawl to your feet
The monster you made me is your own defeat
[Verse 2]
She walks where the wild vines curl and cling
Each step a storm
But she don’t say a thing
They tried to unearth her
To dig at her name
But she don’t burn easy; she don’t play that game
[Prechorus]
What’s power but quiet
The refusal to bend?
What’s love but the lie they demand in the end?
[Chorus]
The monster you made me
That’s what they say
But I’m just the wind that won’t blow your way
I don’t beg
I don’t break
I don’t kneel in the dirt
The monster you made me is your own hurt
[Bridge]
You can’t cage the storm and call it tame
You can’t name the fire and dodge the flame
What you fear is a mirror
What you hate is the truth
The beast is your making
And it’s coming for you
Details
GeneratedDec 13, 2025
Duration3:23
LanguageEnglish
Style
rumbling percussion for an ominous undercurrent. minimalist yet dramatic, and low, male vocals; slow, alt-country noir, deliberate pacing with sparse acoustic guitar, dark cinematic folk, mournful violin, slow, with haunting vocal delivery., country, folk
Credits
Prompt bySignalSoulful570
ModelAria v5
Prompt
dark cinematic folk / alt-country noir. Write a song about a woman rumored to be a monster because she refuses to beg. Quiet power, restraint, boundaries, misnamed strength. Ominous, slow-burn.
