I’ve gone through life white knuckle
In the moments that left me behind
Refusing to heed the yield
I penetrate the force field in the blind
They say I’ll adjust
And God knows that 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
And I’m running out of time
Flesh and Bone
Somewhere outside that finish line
I square up and break through the chains
I head like a raging bull

Anointed by the blood I take the reins
I come from the core
Of the flag that bears the name
“Battle Born”
They call me the contender
I 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
And I’m running out of time
Flesh and Bone
And what are you made of?
Flesh and bone
And I’m turning on a dime
Flesh and Bone