Flesh And Bone

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

and
And I'm running out of time,
and

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 of 'Battle Born'
They'll call me the contender
They'll listen for the bell
With my face flashing crimson from the fires of hell

are you afraid
And what are you made of?
and
And I'm running out of time,
and
And what are you made of?
and
Man, I'm turning on a dime,
and

could
This could decay
Like the valley below
Defences are down
The stakes are high
the crowd for a face of
The fairytale end
face off the journey that fathers no
The staggering blow
find the truth in the roots of
You lead with your chin
with your corners, just a compass and the
This could be real
with your corners, just
Simple

And what are you made of?
and
And I'm running out of time
and
What are you made of?

He faces forward,
Trading in his blindness for the world of love,
And 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,
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