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
This natural selection picked me out to be
A dark horse running in a fantasy
And I''m running out of time
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
And what are you made of?
And I''m running out of time
And what are you made of?
Man I''m turning on a dime
face off the journey that fathers no
find the truth in the roots of
with your corners just a compass and the
And what are you made of?
And I''m running out of time
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