Lyrics JT Machinima – To Be A Free Man

Barney, put the coffee on
‘Cause I’m late for work again
Another day at the office
Wonder what kinda perks I get

I am an MIT alumni, ever heard of it?
Sure you did — I got a PhD, but now I’m earnin’ it
Buildin’ up my resume at Black Mesa
Employee of the Month, they should have a plaque with my name up
I’ll hang up my lab jacket, grab a new hazard suit
Just in case a resonance cascade should happen soon

Who ever thought a book-smart geek could go so hard?
Even acquired a minor degree — in crowbars
No joke, Gordon got more balls than a gonarch
Headcrabs wanna grab my dome ’cause I’m so smart
I’m not one for talkin’, but I got an arsenal
Forget my doctorate when a gun makes any problem solvable
I am anomalous like a subatomic quantum particle
The odds of starting an apocalypse went from none to probable

I’m pickin’ up steam and runnin’ amok
Cleanin’ out the marines who think that they’ll cover this up
I’ll paint the walls with their brains, call that a Black Mesa layoff
When you enter this facility, you know who’s laid law
Don’t call me crazy, I got plenty of Xen
I’ll annihilate any Nihilanth who’s letting ’em in
If I clock any overtime, I ain’t doin’ it for free, man
At least give me some praise, okay? Gee, man!

What makes your life worth livin’?
Who’s makin’ your decisions?
Strung up by puppet strings
But no one else can see them

I need another coffee, have I been sleepin’ on the job?
Doesn’t matter this time, I arrived right on the dot
Dr. Breen, what have you done to City 17?
Call up a janitor, ’cause we got another mess to clean
It only took the alien invasion all of seven hours
To enslave us and then make an overcompensating tower
Now I need a team of physicists to see this resistance through
‘Cause so far, I’ve been solo — Is Alyx single too?

This D0g’s bite is bigger than his bark, I’ve
Upgraded from Mark IV to Mark V
Charge up, now we’ll divide and conquer the Combine
Buckle up, buggers, because you’re in for a long ride
Comes another unstoppable force, the source of which is Gordon
I govern gravity, I’ll send you soarin’ into orbit
Back at Black Mesa, I slaughtered a Vortigaunt herd
But now I work with ’em — Sorry, this is awkward

No bars will hold us, Nova Prospekt
My crowbar is blood-soaked, you got wrecked
Made it through Ravenholm, somehow I kept my head
What’s the story with Father Grigori? Left for dead
Theoretically speaking, I’m a benevolent being
But in relativity, intent has no meaning
Hands up when you see the lambda, doesn’t matter what your race is
I’m Freeman, G-Man, I’ll never stay in stasis

What makes your life worth livin’?
Who’s makin’ your decisions?
Strung up by puppet strings
But no one else can see them
When this dimension crashes
Wake up and smell the ashes
Trapped in a half-life
With a dream to be a free man

I won’t let any dimensional freak overwork me
Time to spill his cryptic secrets now in verse three…