The Shift

The shift starts, your spine stiffens

You break out in a cold, cold sweat

Then the muscular convulsions tear at your brain

Leaving you snarling and snapping at air

Your thoughts are of tearing asunder

All that exists in a man's world

Control does not exist

You're in the shift and Hell has begun

Held in the shift (held in the shift)

Held in the shift (held in the shift)

(Kick, snare)

The shift starts, the growl comes from the stomach up

Back from the base of the vertebrae

Razorback, hair straight up

Fluid shoots from your mouth and lungs

Razorneck, or a carnal-dog-thing

Carnal in fury, carnal in lust

You burn from the power, it tremors the senses

Keen and cool and ready for blood

Back up, from the stomach up

Back from the base of a vertebrae

Razorback, hair straight up

Carnal in fury, carnal in lust

Held in the shift (held in the shift)

Held in the shift (held in the shift)

Whoa (whoa)

Held in the shift (held in the shift)

Held in the shift (held in the shift)