Interpret:

Killers, The

Album:

Battle Born

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 


Flesh and bone- 
Am I running out of time? 
Flesh and bone- 


Somewhere outside that finish line 
I square up and break through the chains 
And I head like a raging bull 
Anointed by the blood, I take the reins 
Cut from the cloth, the flag that 
Bears the name of "Battleborn" 
They call me the contender 
Listen for the bell 
My face flashing crimson from the fires of hell 


What are you afraid of? 
And what are you made of? 
Flesh and bone- 
Am I 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 
Like the valley below 
Defenses are down 
The stakes are high...