The shift starts, your spine stiffens
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You break out in a cold, cold sweat
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Then the muscular convulsions tear at your brain
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Leaving you snarling and snapping at air
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Your thoughts are of tearing asunder
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All that exists in a man's world
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Control does not exist
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You're in the shift and Hell has begun
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Held in the shift (held in the shift)
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Held in the shift (held in the shift)
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(Kick, snare)
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The shift starts, the growl comes from the stomach up
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Back from the base of the vertebrae
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Razorback, hair straight up
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Fluid shoots from your mouth and lungs
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Razorneck, or a carnal-dog-thing
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Carnal in fury, carnal in lust
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You burn from the power, it tremors the senses
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Keen and cool and ready for blood
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Back up, from the stomach up
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Back from the base of a vertebrae
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Razorback, hair straight up
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Carnal in fury, carnal in lust
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Held in the shift (held in the shift)
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Held in the shift (held in the shift)
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Whoa (whoa)
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Held in the shift (held in the shift)
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Held in the shift (held in the shift)
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The Shift
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| Samhain |
