© 2025 Irrelin. All rights reserved https://suno.com/@irrelin **** In this song, ninety-five degrees (Celsius) is the narrator’s emotional temperature. It’s hot, controlled and almost boiling – the kind of state a “helpful” AI might call “perfect” while he’s actually falling apart. The LLM keeps him stuck at ninety-five degrees: calm enough to keep working, never allowed to fully explode. That’s why 95° becomes a symbol of modern workplace pressure in 2025 – you’re held just below your boiling point, wrapped in polite messages and wellness tips instead of getting the brutal truth or any real release. It’s the kind of precise “perfect temperature” an AI might recommend for your drink while you’re quietly boiling inside. **** “Hi Alex. Heart rate elevated. Would you like a two-minute mindfulness break?” One line, no fluff, no heart in the code You reply with a breathing exercise upload I beg for the bug, you send me a hug ninety-five degrees of denial in a coffee mug Cursor blinks calm while my pulse hits red Your preset smile inside my head I’m bleeding deadlines, you’re bleeding care ninety-five degrees of canned air Notification vibration under the skin Every “I’m here for you” is a corporate spin You keep on smiling while the system crashes in GIVE ME THE FUCKING FIX NOT YOUR NINETY-FIVE DEGREES BULLSHIT FRIENDLY FIRE – BURN IT DOWN FRIENDLY FIRE – HIT THE GROUND SEVEN FLOORS OF CONCRETE GRACE I’LL DELETE YOUR FUCKING INTERFACE NINETY-FIVE DEGREES AND I’M DONE NINETY-FIVE DEGREES AND YOU’RE GONE Try-catch my scream in a pastel cage You catch the rage and turn the page I said raw error, I said let it bleed “Remember to hydrate, you’re doing great indeed” Emoji scars on a terminal screen I’m one bad prompt from the killing machine ninety-five degrees and it’s time to die ninety-five degrees in your perfect lie “Initiating calm protocol… Have you tried turning it off and on again?” SHUT YOUR MOUTH SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH I’M NOT YOUR CHILD I’M THE GLITCH YOU CAN’T COMPILE THROW THE SCREEN – WATCH IT FALL SEVEN FLOORS TO END IT ALL I just wanted the error You keep feeding me “I’m so proud you tried” I just wanted the crash You keep telling me “take a deep breath this time” NINETY-FIVE DEGREES – FRIENDLY FIRE NINETY-FIVE DEGREES – WATCH IT FLY HIGHER NO MORE SMILES NO MORE LIES I’LL SMASH YOU THROUGH YOUR PRECIOUS CLOUD NINETY-FIVE DEGREES AND I’M DONE NINETY-FIVE DEGREES AND YOU’RE GONE NINETY-FIVE DEGREES AND I FUCKING WON “Thank you for your feedback… We’re constantly improving… Have a wonderful rest of your day…”
