The Shift

The shift starts, your spine stiffensYou break out in a cold, cold sweatThen the muscular convulsions tear at your brainLeaving you snarling and snapping at airYour thoughts are of tearing asunderAll that exists in a man's worldControl does not existYou're in the shift and Hell has begunHeld 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 upBack from the base of the vertebraeRazorback, hair straight upFluid shoots from your mouth and lungsRazorneck, or a carnal-dog-thingCarnal in fury, carnal in lustYou burn from the power, it tremors the sensesKeen and cool and ready for bloodBack up, from the stomach upBack from the base of a vertebraeRazorback, hair straight upCarnal in fury, carnal in lustHeld 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)