Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Black coat Blood on my cuffs Names in my pocket Written in dust Cold rain Pooling in my hands Every debt I've taken Turns to sand I walk through the smoke Like I planned this all But the devil in the doorway Knows I still crawl [Chorus] They call me the immortal man But I die every night in my sleep (oh) Faces at the foot of my bed All the vows that I couldn't keep If mercy is a loaded gun Then pull it Love Don’t let it jam I’m cursed to outlive what I’ve done Still they call me the immortal man [Verse 2] Sharp smile Pinned to my face Family on my shoulders Built from graves One word Whispered in a bar Turns to a funeral Not that far I drink to the ghosts Who would toast me back If the river wasn’t rising Over every track [Chorus] They call me the immortal man But I die every night in my sleep (hey) Faces at the foot of my bed All the vows that I couldn’t keep If mercy is a loaded gun Then pull it Love Don’t let it jam I’m cursed to outlive what I’ve done Still they call me the immortal man [Bridge] What good is breathing When the world stops turning for you What good is leaving When the past keeps walking in two I laid my heart on the table Traded it all for a plan Now I’m alone at the head of the fable Too scared to be just a man [Chorus] They call me the immortal man But I die every night in my sleep Names are etched in the back of my hand Every promise I failed to keep If mercy is a loaded gun Then pull it Love Don’t let it jam Let the legend sink in the river Let me drown Not an immortal man
Tags
Dark cinematic folk-rock with male vocals; low strings and tremolo guitars pulse under a slow, stalking groove. Verses stay hushed and tense with distant piano and brushed snare; chorus swells with brass stabs, choir-like backing vocals, and tom-heavy drums. Bridge strips back to a single voice over tortured cello, then everything crashes in for a final, thunderous refrain and abrupt cutoff., sad, male vocals
Duration
3:38
Instrumental
No
Created
3/22/2026