Luyện nghe bài hát Making Mirrors Extinct

4 am,
2 car garage,
she sat alone headphones on,
smeared black,
a compact,
curled up on a musty couch,
night,
herself.
she said,
i could get anyone
this way,
these shoulders, legs,
i mean, on,
at this face.

she to blow up
all the factories,
and shatter reflections the world,
but til she'll keep it all locked up
behind doors,
to deal with her pain,
it's the next thing,
to making extinct

in her
a wall of dreams,
with models clipped magazines,
thin,
with airbrushed
an inferior girl to
think up tricks and cut
off her lips she stepped to the scale
stumbling, and shaking, her,
her fell frail

she wants to up
all the factories
and shatter 'round the world
until then she'll just her knees
to the cool floor
and the bathroom sink,
it's the best thing
to making extinct.

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

see, i blow up all the glass factories
and shatter 'round the world,
but until then i'll talk to girls and i'm reassured
i'm not alone in how I
it's the next best
to making mirrors