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

The shift starts, the growl comes from the stomach up
Back from the base of the vertebrae, razorback, hair straight up
Fluid shoots from you mouth and lungs, razorneck of 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 stomack up
Back from the base of the vertebrae, razorback, hair straight up
Carnal in fury, carnal in lust