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I've gone through life white-knuckledIn the moments that left me behindRefusing to heed the yieldI penetrate the force fields in the blindThey say I'll adjustGod knows I mustBut I'm not sure howThis natural selection picked me out to beA dark horse running in a fantasy(Flesh and bone)And I'm running out of time,(Flesh and bone)Somewhere outside that finish lineI square up and break through the chainsAnd I hit like a raging bullAnointed by the blood, I take the reinsCut from the cloth, of a flag thatBears the name of "Battle Born"They'll call me the contenderThey'll listen for the bellWith my face flashing crimson from the fires of hell(What are you afraid of?)And what are you made of?Songtexte(Flesh and bone)And I'm running out of time,(Flesh and bone)And what are you made of?(Flesh and bone)Man, I'm turning on a dime,(Flesh and bone)(This could decay)This could decayLike the valley belowDefences are downThe stakes are high(Scouting the crowd for a face of compassion)The fairytale end(To face off the journey that fathers no more)The staggering blow(You'll find the truth in the roots of desire)You lead with your chin(Thinkin' with your corners, just a compass and the sun)This could be real(Thinkin' with your corners, just a)SimpleAnd what are you made of?(Flesh and bone)And I'm running out of time(Flesh and bone)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,There's no surrender, cause there's no retreat,The bells are sounding, bring this match to an end,We are the descendents of giant men Aus Songtexte Mania