Have you a lesser God than I? 3D Max, Adobe's eye? Not here the tongues of ancient lands but optic mice and save commands. The graphics package of our choice Has no lesser or no greater voice All stand equal on a plain Created in the mind's domain Who has not worked into the night Who has not wiped a reddened eye And cursed the stubborn pixel's fight Then switched off with a weary sigh But when the glowing morning breaks Upon the alter of our toils. That light of inspiration flights Our souls up to ethereal halls And so we all pursue our dream Why? We do not know or care. We're driven to that last extreme To paint our pixels in the air.