I've gone through life white knuckle in the moments that left me behind
Refusing to heed the yield
I penetrate the forcefields in the blind
They say ill adjust
God knows i must
But i'm not sure how
This natural selection
Pick me out to be
A dark horse running in a fantasy league
Flesh and bone
And im running out of time
Flesh and bone
Somewhere outside that finich line
I square up and break through the chains
And i hit like a raging bull
Annointes by the blood i take the reigns
Cut from the cloth
Of the flag that bares the name
Battleborn
They'll call me the contendor
They'll listen for the bell
With my face flashimg 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 im turning on a dime
Flesh and bone
This could decay
Like the valley below
Defenses are down
Stakes are high
The farytale ends
The stagerring blow
The left of your chin
This could be real
Simple
And what are you made of
Flesh and bone
And im running out of time
Flesh and bone
What are you made of
Flesh and bone
Flesh and bone

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