The note plays as it sings, I wanna be as high as a Soprano note Sang like a Soprano note High as a Melody carried The sound of a Soprano writes me like a Love note. Inside my heart, where it has became colder It was shoulder to shoulder I only wanted to hold her, Insignificance was real, I told her Tell her the deal was broken, off centered masterpiece displayed truth unspoken, Unworthy worn wisdom Wasting away as weathered attention attracted back within a prism Repeated factual features being laid across a table, metaphorical letters sing to hear, Yet sound like a fable. resting on my chest, with a locket, melodies folded, Stored in my pocket, singing a celebration, Celebrities gather to congratulate me As I glare down the ladder, A soft hard gaze, raised, toward the… Ground of clouds, where we walk, I ignore them as I move past how I fall, Nothing to see… Nothing to see… Melodies grace with a Sopranos note, Hearts break while being carried Voices bend And Love exists Life proved me blind Eyes lose sight Once Sopranos sing… Once Sopranos sing… Sirens that sing, Scream so beautifully Something to be heard but not hear, Feeling fear, Fearing hearing Soprano songs Distantly clear. Finding faith, while wrapped up Claustrophobic with suffocating Religions. remembering memories, And how Music was sent to me, Soprano song sings, How misery has been to me…. But who’s to tell how fires wealth is felt, Heavens scene in an image, without a name appearing different. Smoke filled lungs, For a hit taken, The sky appears dark As souls burns naked. weightlessssss…. With Eternal sunshine and shamelessssss… Love… And Pain… Painless steel of a man, Stainless sinful sincerities Truth be told It’s true, Nothings real… If you can’t… And… Soprano sings a melody that carries on… Original lyrics by THOUGHTAHOLIC (@d13ov04). Sound and production by THOUGHTAHOLIC & TENGÜRA. © 2026 THOUGHTAHOLIC & TENGÜRA | An Indiana-Istanbul collaboration.
