OUR REFLECTION OUR IDOL

When I roll from sleep 
I'd do the moon a favor to fall back in 
Lop off a head with mounting bounty 
Subdue the witch, hoist her up to heaven 
Feed her back to the stars from which she was born 

When I stretch my body 
A flash of leg, Immediate itch 
Like the evening drink and painted nails 
Dancing crosses up your back 
She can give it, she can take it 

-K.M.O