[Intro - spoken, deadpan] Sweet Liberty… Yeah. That’s what they call it. The taste of freedom. Or the taste of whatever’s left of your face after the third orbital. [Verse 1] They drop us in like confetti made of meat “Spread managed democracy, make Super Earth complete!” I land in a crater still smoking from the last guy Who screamed the same slogan right before he died Bugs in the walls, bots in the sky Liberty’s so sweet it makes your eyes water when you cry They said the war would be over by last Tuesday Now it’s cycle 47 and I’m still on the same crater, baby [Pre-Chorus] Raise the flag, reload the railgun Salute the corpse that used to be your squad Democracy’s a dish best served cold And preferably by someone else [Chorus] Sweet Liberty! Sweet, sweet, fucking Liberty! It tastes like napalm and unpaid overtime Sweet Liberty! We’ll die for it a hundred times Just so some desk jockey can say “the front is stable” While we’re eating dirt and calling it a table [Verse 2] I called in a 500kg and it landed on my own FO Friendly fire is just democracy with extra steps, you know The illuminate showed up with their shiny little lasers So now I’m fighting three fronts and still no hazard pay, genius My armor’s more holes than armor at this point But the Ministry of Truth says morale is at an all-time high They play the anthem while the dropship’s on fire And tell me I’m a hero as I bleed out in the mire [Pre-Chorus] Raise the flag, reload the railgun Salute the corpse that used to be your squad Democracy’s a dish best served cold And preferably by someone else [Chorus] Sweet Liberty! Sweet, sweet, fucking Liberty! It tastes like napalm and unpaid overtime Sweet Liberty! We’ll die for it a hundred times Just so some desk jockey can say “the front is stable” While we’re eating dirt and calling it a table [Bridge] They say every death is a seed of freedom Funny how the seeds never grow near the capital I respawned seventeen times today Still waiting for that “liberty” to show up on the map Maybe it’s under the next bug hole Maybe it’s in the fine print of my enlistment form Maybe it’s just the word they use When they need more bodies and the quota’s warm [Final Chorus] Sweet Liberty! Sweet, sweet, fucking Liberty! It tastes like napalm and unpaid overtime Sweet Liberty! We’ll die for it a hundred times Just so some desk jockey can say “the front is stable” While we’re eating dirt and calling it a table Sweet Liberty! (Keep dying, keep smiling, keep saluting) Sweet Liberty! (The only thing sweeter is the next extraction that never comes) [Outro] …For Super Earth. …For managed democracy. …For whatever’s left of my spine. Sweet Liberty, baby. Hope it was worth the respawn timer.
