The Ground Belongs to Me (Haunting Ghost Song | Official Lyric Video)

Three ghosts. Three eras. One piece of ground that never lets them go. The Ground Belongs to Me is a haunting AI ghost story song from Powerful Technology in the Hands of Babies, with ethereal female choruses and three stories woven beneath one ancient tree. Watch the official lyric video and follow every haunting. Subscribe for more strange stories, dark humor, and original AI music. LYRICS [Verse 1] Cart in the lane, rain on the pane, I was well when the knock at the doorway came. Cup on a tray, something to say, They watched every sip, then they took it away. Cold little grin, bolt sliding in, By dawn, a red cross where my name had been. No fever before, no word anymore, Just a clean pair of gloves closing up my door. Now I knock after ten, let them bolt it again, Leave a cup on the shelf that they swear isn’t there. They can smash it at night; by the first morning light, It is whole, it is warm, it is filled to the line. I was well, I was well—hear it hum in the leaves, Hear it rise through the floor when they’re trying to sleep. Let them call it the plague, let them call it a dream, I keep one place set where the pear tree leans. [Chorus] Sleep, sleep, underneath the trees, Deep, deep, where they buried me. Walls come down, but we’ll never leave, Ooh, this ground belongs to me. To me… to me… [Verse 2] White little glove, note from my love, Meet me by the water when the moon comes up. Ring in his vest, rose on my chest, He watched that upstairs window more than all the rest. Step from the bank, silk as it sank, One little pearl where the water went black. No wedding bells, no kiss farewell, Just my other glove on his windowsill. Now I hum in the reeds, leave a trail through the weeds, Every hem in his house drips a little like me. There’s a veil on the stair, though he burned it last year, And a shape in the steam when his wife does her hair. He can bolt every door; I can wait on the shore, Let the lake send back what he thought it would store. Then a voice in the roots started singing with me, Two notes in the night, two names in the trees. [Chorus] Sleep, sleep, underneath the trees, Deep, deep, where they buried me. Walls come down, but we’ll never leave, Ooh, this ground belongs to me. Never leave… leave… [Verse 3] Bag by the door, cab coming at four, He stood in the hall; I don’t remember much more. Rain on the shed, paint over red, New little patio, old flower bed. My car in the drive, my plants still alive, He kept telling callers I was somewhere warm and dry. Now I ring after three, let it buzz, let it breathe, Leave a little wet soil where my shoes used to be. Every lens finds the yard, every light finds the dark, And the same square of frost leaves its shape on the grass. He can scrub every tile, wear that smile for a while, But the dog sits and stares at the spot every night. When the floor finally cracked, there were three shadows cast, And the roots held tight when they hauled the house back. Now we hum, now we knock, now we ring through the trees, Here forever in the ground, with the wind and the leaves. [Final chorus] Sleep, sleep, underneath the trees, Deep, deep, where they buried me. Years roll on, but we’ll never leave, Ooh, this ground belongs to me. To me… eternally… #GhostSong #Haunted #AIMusic