I've gone through work white-knuckled
In the moments that left me behind
Refusing to heed the yeild
I penetrate the forcefields and 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!
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
Annoyed by the blood
I take the reigns
Cut from the cloth
Of the 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!
And I'm turning on the dime
Flesh and bone!
This could decay (decay, decay, decay)
This could decay
Like the valley below
Defences are down
The stakes are high
(Let's get out the crowd for a face of compassion)
The fairytale end
(To face out the journey to force us no more)
The staggering blow
(You'll find the truth in the roots of desire)
You lead with your chin
(Sitting in your corner, 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?
He places forward
Trading his blindness
For the glow of love
And time is raging
Need to raise your game
And ya always had it
But you never knew
So boots and saddles
Get on your feet
There's no surrender
Because there's no retreat
The bells absolve him
And there's more starting and
We are the descendants
Of giant men
In the moments that left me behind
Refusing to heed the yeild
I penetrate the forcefields and 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!
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
Annoyed by the blood
I take the reigns
Cut from the cloth
Of the 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!
And I'm turning on the dime
Flesh and bone!
This could decay (decay, decay, decay)
This could decay
Like the valley below
Defences are down
The stakes are high
(Let's get out the crowd for a face of compassion)
The fairytale end
(To face out the journey to force us no more)
The staggering blow
(You'll find the truth in the roots of desire)
You lead with your chin
(Sitting in your corner, 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?
He places forward
Trading his blindness
For the glow of love
And time is raging
Need to raise your game
And ya always had it
But you never knew
So boots and saddles
Get on your feet
There's no surrender
Because there's no retreat
The bells absolve him
And there's more starting and
We are the descendants
Of giant men