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