1. FREAK POWER

The Cause: Shred it
Your pa won't get it
The law's upset it's
Got to be that you're almost free
If this song sucks
And the cause is fucked
Whose got the guts?
There's god damn enough of us

So show us
Freak Power

Fucked up on drugs. Fucked up by laws
Fucked if you think that we won't stone you for the Cause
So take your hit, cough and spit
Just cause it hurts don't mean we ought to quit

This crass decay
We gotta blast away
The new world growin
Tears the wounds that you keep sewin
The mutant touch
Is gonna do so much
If you see the law as such
Oh, we're gonna make you blush
It's a blood rush

Seek Freak Power
Rise to the hour

By your own hand
In your own blood
Thrown from all names
Over God

Creep the Freaks of Power
Like vines on the Tower

By your own hand
In your own blood
Thrown from all names
Over God

We all are caught
Transform
Or rot

Dogs at the gate
And a plague rat on your plate
If this is fate
It's goin great

We’ll kill your dream in its bed
We’ll cut the roots off not the head


2. BLACK TIDE

Formed up from scum to trip
Pulled onto the shore by the lanterns of ships
In these chopped up tides
You gotta make sure the lines don't rip

I'm sick – Father oh man
Can't help but feeling Roman
I just broke out in legion
Kicked outta campaign season

May these electric wires
Stoke up the Fire

Black tide cross the ocean
We shred through the motions
Cast out from stasis
To melt human faces

Fucked up beyond reproach
But still called to order by its hosts
And in between these shifting lines
Grind into form the unfortunate minds

Some step behind and shed
The shit and the filth of their bed
Composed now to be led
A stalk of the field alone in the head

You follow the white horse
Though you walk all of your course
Too old to be True
Too many turns on the wheel to be you

Black tide cross the ocean
We shred through the motions
Cast out from stasis
To melt human faces

Black tide through the ages
Black claw marks on the pages
Foretold what our place is
We ape human faces


3. STAN THE WOLFMAN

Godless Stan knows no sin
Long of tooth - Howls like the wind
Clear the page - Divine the date
His mouth gonna open like a gate

Rise

Heathen head, apostate tongue
Lock your back doors everyone
Hear that note in the sky
Says the Wolf has arrived

Wolf breath
On the wind
Call of death
Law summoned
To save dead men running

Marched to Rome on the cross
Break the last seal - Meet the Boss
Yeah they best lay their plans
But the wolf's blood reveals their hand


4. GREEN CARAMEL

I scratch my nose to spite my face
Then I crawl out the back door of my favourite place
My dime went out the back door
My time went out the back door
And my mind is on attack for
A clean fuckin score

I smoke green caramel
Black smoke fuckin heavy as hell
Take my money, let me tell you why
Because it feels so good to get high

I got a six-speed head and a two-tone brain
I'd like to tell it apart from what's the same
My mind fell off the track slow
And turned up high out on the back roads
And if I ever made it back home
At least I'd know the score

I smoke green caramel
Black smoke fuckin heavy as hell
Take my money, let me tell you why
Because it feels so good to get high


5. GODSPEED BELOW

Like a bad dream so it goes
You tear up the pages, so nobody knows
Your body's so sick - You're stuck in your bed
The world is a python and its givin you head
Here to swallow you dead

There's invisible cycles runnin over your head
Running out of the street and hiding under your bed
And the dream is dead so put up a bet
And scrape its tomb out with a curette

Come out of the coffin like a holy roller
Get down to the cornfield that's blowin over
Dig that old thought through its trace
As you hitch your thumb way out in space

Born on the lam
Fast as you can
Gotta keep up with the Van

Fill that tank with bone and ash
The mothership keeps flying
Even as the pilots crash

A prison swirling in the mind
Forms into clubs and pubs sometimes
And if you're wondering who here’s lying
That's not mine, no that's not mine

We're just holdin it, stuck here waiting
Just playin for tips man, and playin for Satan
We've seen the road rise in the distance
So we sped the craft up to break resistance

Born on the lam
Fast as you can
Gotta keep up with the Van

Fill that tank with bone and ash
The mothership keeps flying
Even as the pilots crash
Who went last


6. COOL GHOST

See the traveler - No bed but a cloak
Covered in ash from living in smoke
Under his alien eyes the cattle sit
Mistaking the words from his cracked lips

God damn it, the face of the world
Like an illusion it veers
You try to find it, they give you the rod
Cast you out like the hand of God

And you walk like the Devil
Between the hammer and the anvil
Break that game already
There's no right
Take up the fight

So you scrape out a fox hole, but you're right in the path
Yeah you're ever front row for the festival wrath
It seems so tactless, but they're drinking it up
Tell us this world is classless, while they fill up their cups

Thrown like a fly on the wind
To the sound of applause
They can't cope with the shape you're in
So they send you on with a pack of dogs

And you walk like the Devil
Between the hammer and the anvil
Break that game already
There's no right
Take up the fight

Terrorize the city's sleep
Make their eyes dart and flesh creep
Appropriate the goods of life
See a cop, hit the lights

You terrorize your fuckin selves
And turn the whole world into a cell


7. ...RETURN TO HASH PLANET

Bid the lung to fill
Stoke the fire and burn until
You slip into the void
Space reveals the Hashteroid

It won't come if you're not rollin
So quit that beat you've been patrollin
Smoke cuts through, smoke cuts free
You can't take it back, not once you see

War is in the breath
The form that fails is best

A pathway beyond
The head swims
The dead run
Wormhole to the hearth
Of the hash terrain
Beyond the Earth

Blackened are these lungs
Thrown into this place we've come
And we crawl into the void
Space reveals the Hashteroid

Flung from the farthest reaches
Of deepest space past some alien creatures
A heavenly body rollin
Right past me and what I'm holding

War is in the breath
The form that fails is best

A pathway beyond
The head swims
The dead run
Wormhole to the hearth
Of the hash terrain
Beyond the Earth