Luyện nghe bài hát Making Mirrors Extinct

4 am,
2 car garage,
she sat alone with on,
smeared black,
a compact,
she's up on a musty couch,
night,
herself.
she said,
i could never get
looking way,
these shoulders, legs,
i mean, on,
look at face.

she wants to up
all the factories,
and shatter reflections the world,
but til she'll keep it all locked up
garage doors,
mumbling to with her pain,
the next best thing,
to making mirrors

in her
a wall of dreams,
with models from magazines,
thin,
with grins
an inferior girl to
think up tricks and cut
wiping off her she stepped to the scale
stumbling, and shaking, her,
her figure frail

she to blow up
all the factories
and shatter reflections 'round the
until she'll just knock her knees
to the cool tile
and blast the sink,
the next best thing
to mirrors extinct.

it all came to a head,
shards,
arms,
and hospital
the comes in and says
"i what you're going through"
and the girl says, "no, how you have a clue?"
so the doctor rolls up her
and shows the faded scars
that read like a
you're not

see, i wanna blow up all the glass
and shatter reflections the world,
but until then i'll to girls and then i'm reassured
i'm not alone in how I
it's the best thing
to making extinct