The Shift
(MISFITS)
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, the shift
Held in the shift, the shift
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, the shift
Held in the shift, the shift
Held in the shift, the shift
Held in the shift, the shift
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