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