I've gone through life white-knuckled. In the moments that left me behind. Refusing to heed the yield. 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. Anointed 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. 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