Yes!
               And no I'm not an alcoholic...

Should it surprise you??
Here you go...
Have one on me.

Birds singing and living,

  trying                trying                 trying                  trying
    
     trying                trying                  trying             ­      trying

           trying                trying                  trying             ­      trying

              trying                trying               ­   trying                   trying

                          to fly

                              Until, they don't sing anymore...            

Do they exist to fly?
                              No, they are mind-tortured for sport and die in cages,
                                                                ­                      
For me, the former me,

                                      Now I have died in my own of cage,

Koyaanisquatsi....      all for sport.

Oh Hear, Spiritual realm above and below, in Heaven and on Earth, the Great Spirit is one, and the sacred name is one, a unity in divinity...

Blessed are You, Great Spirit, [Meditation of the sacred name], Who strengthens the people with might..

Blessed are You, Great Spirit, [Meditation of the sacred name], Who crowns the people with splendor..

And the Eternal Fire shall burn upon the Altar, and shall never extinguish...

Ursa Major: Aren't you going to create anymore?
Tesla: What's the point? They'll steal it from me, and then use it to destroy me, I won't survive...

Ursa Major: You've brought Light to the World! They'll surely remember you!!
Tesla: No they won't. And it will be someone else that takes the credit...

Have you fixed it yet?
Is the coding sequence "Survive"?  

Hold on. The coding sequence is something else! It's more like "Karma" + "Infinity".  All life now and in the future is affected by it...

Say again, over? [static]...

My vision is blurred, I no longer have overwatch..

Bravo Company, this is Delta. Do you copy?
We order the military forces to take action...

I can't see. This is a different kind of war... we're taking casualties, but we are making progress,
progress, progress, progress....

Sometimes, I feel the fear of, our history stinging clear. And I, can't help but ask myself, how much I'll let the fear, take the wheel and steer...

It's driven me before, it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal,
Lately, I'm, beginning to find, that I'm a ghost behind a wheel..

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes...

So if I decide to waiver my, chance to be one of the hive,
Will I choose courage over fear and hold my own and drive,  
It's driven me before, it seems to be the way,
That everyone else get around,
Lately, I'm beginning to find that I'm lost in myself, where is the light  to be found?