The Killers

I've gone through life white knuckle
In the moments that left me behind
Refusing to heed the yield
I penetrate the force field in the blind
They say I'll adjust
And God knows that 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
I head like a raging bull