Opera Science

[Verse 1] In a lab coat, goggles on tight Mixing potions through the night Got equations in my brain Cause chaos, it's my game [Verse 2] Across the stage, in a gown of gold Opera singer, stories untold High notes soaring to the sky Captivating hearts, never asking why [Chorus] Scientists and opera singers Strange bedfellows, but who lingers? In the lab or on the stage We're all rebels, breaking the cage [Verse 3] With test tubes and microscopes We'll rock the world, give it hope While she hits that high C We'll smash stereotypes with glee [Verse 4] Experimenting with sound and soul Pushing boundaries, taking control From the lab bench to the spotlight glare We're the punk rockers, a wild pair [Chorus] Scientists and opera singers Outcasts, but who lingers? In the lab or on the stage We're the misfits, setting the rage [Bridge] Let's mix chemicals with arias And break down walls, hysteria With punk attitude and operatic flair We'll show the world we just don't care [Outro] Scientists and opera singers Living life with fiery fingers In the lab or on the stage We're the rebels, setting the rage! [Verse 1] In this realm of fame and gold, Musicians play, their stories told. Strumming strings and pounding beats, Yet the riches they crave, so fleet. [Verse 2] Labels count their coffers high, While artists struggle, wonder why. Contracts tight, a relentless grip, Creativity squeezed, a sinking ship. [Chorus] Oh, the melody weavers, poets profound, Their pockets lighter, as bills astound. In this glitzy world of acclaim, Money flows, but not to their name. [Verse 3] Pennies trickle from streams online, Yet the cost of life, an endless climb. Artists hustle, through day and night, But rewards seem elusive, out of sight. [Bridge] Yet they sing, they play, they rise, For music's love, they reach the skies. Passion's flame, a beacon bright, In the depths of night, their might. [Outro] Here's to the musicians, souls pure, Their value beyond what's in store. In their music, riches unfold, In resonating notes, hearts behold. [Verse 3] Pennies trickle from streams online, Yet the cost of life, an endless climb. Artists hustle, through day and night, But rewards seem elusive, out of sight. [Bridge] Yet they sing, they play, they rise, For music's love, they reach the skies. Passion's flame, a beacon bright, In the depths of night, their might. [Outro] Here's to the musicians, souls pure, Their value is beyond what's in store. In their music, riches unfold, In resonating notes, hearts behold.