Don't Tell the Clergy, I'm a Shadow

Your lipstick leave teeth marks on my heart.
But I won't wear my scars to show what I march for.
These arms won't bring me down.
And these clocks won't take me out.
I won't leave my dark corner for you.
So cast out the fears you said you never had.
I want to whither with dignity.
But pull the trigger if I sink with your flag.
You won't pull me from my corner.
I'd rather lock the door and write this till my fingers bleed.
Bite the flesh from my chest and take a hatchet to my iron heart.
But it beats for you.
Don't worry, I'll lie about my pride.
Don't look down, you just might get what you want.
Then I'll ripe you apart, word for word.
One ring at a time.