Leather For Hell (Bitter Ruin)

Well my feet are burning and the clock don't seem to be turning It seems to take an hour to put one foot in front of the other And now is the world spinning when I get the feeling it's falling asleep I've been trying to see the light but every smile, it hurts I'm a raring bullet in a box of empty shells, go on! Pull the trigger pull it, bite the pin then leather for hell run At the mouth I'm foaming At the bit I'm champing Won't you raise the gates love? Give it a try To waylay this aching my finger are shaking, my knuckles are breaking I'm walking the blade of a dagger and picturing all of the pieces I'd shatter to If this is the show, well I'm hoping that falling's a