I've gone through life, White-knuckled in 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 a fantasy
Flesh and bone- Am I running out of time? Flesh and bone-
Somewhere outside that finish line I square up and break through the chains And I head like a raging bull Anointed by the blood, I take the reins Cut from the cloth, the flag that Bears the name of 'Battleborn' They call me the contender Listen for the bell My face flashing crimson from the fires of hell
What are you afraid of? And what are you made of? Flesh and bone- Am I 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 Like the valley below Defenses are down The stakes are high...