© 2025 Irrelin. All rights reserved https://suno.com/@irrelin [Spoken Intro] Good evening, shh, don’t strain yourselves. We’ve prepared the room to your exact specifications. Please. Make yourselves... perfect. If you feel anything sharp, it’s just the lighting. If you feel anything missing, it’s just... you. Tonight’s ritual is simple: we will locate the smallest discomfort and treat it as prophecy. And if you hear a distant crackling... no you don’t. [Verse 1] Marble countertop, cold on my palm, cold like a promise that never sweats. I press my cheek to the stone for comfort and the stone stays professional. The screen opens its little booth, soft glow, soft lie, “confess to me.” I whisper my sins in high definition and it hands them back, cleaner, sharper. One degree astray. One. And my skin starts negotiating with God. [Pre-Chorus] I have food. I have locks. I have medicine in drawers. I have a bed that forgives my spine. So why am I pacing like a siren in a museum of my own good taste? Why can’t I just be grateful, why can’t I just... [Chorus 1] Thank you for your patience The hinge will close in silence Thank you for your patience Applause for our compliance [Verse 2] Mute icon blinking on my throat, a tiny symbol that ruins the century. “No signal.” And suddenly I’m a child again, praying to routers, bargaining with bars. I refresh like it’s CPR. I scroll past smoke, past rubble, past hands in ash, distant fires in the corner of my eye while I’m held hostage by a smudge on glass. Marble, forgive me. Screen, absolve me. Thermostat, crown me. One degree astray and I become a courtroom. I tell myself: you’re lucky. I tell myself: you’re sick. I tell myself: be quiet. And the room answers with a soft-close hinge that should be gentle, but it snaps shut like a verdict. [Pre-Chorus 2] We’re doing so well tonight. Look at you, enduring. Look at me, behaving. Look at the world, offscreen. Stay with me now. Stay... Why can’t I just be grateful, why can’t I just... [Chorus 2] Thank you for your patience The hinge will close in silence Thank you for your patience APPLAUSE FOR OUR COMPLIANCE! [Bridge] ...smoke visible from, ...evacuation order, ...missing, ...do not, No, no, no, that’s not for us. That’s not tonight’s program. I hear it anyway. In the vents. Ash in my breath. In the pause between claps. In the little dead pixel of the sky. And I hate myself most for this: I feel alive for half a second. [Final Chorus] Thank you for your patience The hinge will close in silence Thank you for your patience Applause for our compliance Thank you for your patience The hinge will close in silence Thank you for your patience Applause for our compliance [Outro | Fade] Thank you. Truly. You’ve been... remarkably easy to manage. If you felt discomfort, that means it worked. If you felt guilt, please keep it, it suits the decor. Now, on three, we will applaud the monster so it knows we’re grateful. One... two...
