[ Featuring the Fighters ]
We must escape the galactic federation
We lack the strength or wit to survive
Where once we dared to dream above our station
'Twer lucky few who made it out alive
What once was excellence now mediocre
They cast us down in hatred and disdain
There's no altruism for us to hope for
We 21 shall know but crime and pain
Ayn Rand Land is a bleak dystopia of oppression and fear
But my brothers we shall find freedom if we band together here
If you play their games, you will not last
'Tis lucky few ascend the fountain head
Band with us and though you be outcast
Every day you fight's a day not dead
Ayn Rand Land is a bleak dystopia of oppression and fear
So bleak it burns our souls
But is there hope
But my brothers we shall find freedom if we band together here
Shall find the pirate code
We're still doomed though
Behind us lies a glassy furnace of blazing bridges and ports
But each burnt bridge is a road not taken to death and lives cut short
Yo ho
Behind us lies a glassy furnace of blazing bridges and ports
Yo ho
But each burnt bridge is a road not taken to death and lives cut short
Captain you promised lives as free men
But all we've found is death where'er we roam
If you don't wish to be cast adrift again
You'd better find us a more permanent home
Ayn Rand Land is a bleak dystopia of oppression and fear
So bleak it burns our souls
But is there hope
But my brothers we shall find freedom if we band together here
Shall find the pirate code
We're still doomed though
