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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I woke up under silk
With dirt in my throat
Your hands were all red
On the edge of the coat
I asked for my name
You said, “Don’t ask now”
The mirror went blank
And I knew it somehow
[Pre-Chorus]
There’s no pulse in my wrist
Still I keep on reaching
I bite my own lip
To prove I’m still breathing
The room keeps saying
What I won’t admit
And I keep on saying
This can’t be it
[Chorus]
Casket, don’t close
I’m not done yet
Casket, don’t go
I can’t forget
I keep calling your name
Like you’ll drag me back
Casket, don’t close
I’m alive in black
[Verse 2]
My shoes by the door
My phone never rings
Your mother still cries
Over simple things
I watch from the hall
Like I’m half in smoke
I try to step out
But the floor just won’t
[Pre-Chorus]
There’s no pulse in my wrist
Still I keep on reaching
I bite my own lip
To prove I’m still breathing
The room keeps saying
What I won’t admit
And I keep on saying
This can’t be it
[Chorus]
Casket, don’t close
I’m not done yet
Casket, don’t go
I can’t forget
I keep calling your name
Like you’ll drag me back
Casket, don’t close
I’m alive in black
[Bridge]
If I turn away
Will the faces fade?
If I say goodbye
Will the night behave?
I left love on the floor
Left my keys by the bed
But I’m still here
In a body already dead
[Final Chorus]
Casket, don’t close
I’m not done yet
Casket, don’t go
I can’t forget
I keep calling your name
Like you’ll drag me back
Casket, don’t close
I’m alive in black
Casket, don’t close
Let me stay upset
Casket, don’t go
I’m not ready yet
I keep calling your name
Till the walls go crack
Casket, don’t close
I’m alive in black
Details
GeneratedAug 6, 2026
Duration3:32
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark experimental pop with male vocals, slow uneasy pulse, bent sub-bass, sparse hand percussion, and off-kilter synth accents; verse stays intimate and haunted, pre-chorus tightens with filtered pulses and rising tension, chorus opens into a cold singalong with stacked doubles and ghostly harmonies. Whispered ad-libs, reversed swells, tape-stop turns, and short delay throws color the transitions. Mix is glossy yet twisted, wide in the low end and claustrophobic in the voice., avant-garde, pop, experimental
Credits
Prompt by
GURRISMS
GURRISMSModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Creepy and dark pop song called ‘Casket’ which is about learning you are dead and not being able to accept it, move on or leave everyone behind. male, pop, creepy, experimental, bass, avant-garde
