I come through life white-knuckling
The moments that left me behind
Refusing to heed the yield
I penetrate the force fields in the blind
They say I'll adjust, god knows I must, but I'm not sure how
This natural selection picked me out to be
A dark horse running in the fantasy league
Flesh and bone
And I'm running out of time
Flesh and bone
Somewhere outside that finish line I square up and break through the chains
And I hit like a raging bull, anointed by the blood I take the reins
Cut from the cloth of a flag that bears the name, "Battle Born"
And they'll call me the contender
They'll listen for the bell
With my face flashing crimson from the fires of hell
What are you afraid of? And what are you made of?
Flesh and bone
And I'm running out of time
Flesh and bone
And what are you made of?
Flesh and bone
Man I'm turning on a dime
Flesh and bone
This could decay
This could decay
Like the valley below
Defences are down
Stakes are high
(you scour the crowd for a face of compassion)
A Fairy tale end
(the grace of the journeymen fought is no more)
The staggering blow
(the moment of truth and the roots of desire)
You led with your chin
(no neutral corners just a compass and the sun)
This could be real simple
And what are you made of?
Flesh and Bone
And I'm running out of time
Flesh and bone
What are you made of?
Faces forward and trade in this blindness
For the glow of love
Time is raging
May it rage in vain
And you always had it
But you never knew
So boots and saddles
Get on your feet
And there's no surrender
'cause there's no retreat
The bells are sobbing
In this monster land
We're the descendants, of giant men
