Nobody Takes Pictures Of The Drummer — текст песни (Nora)

Watched your lips move during that interview.
That voice wasn`t yours.
Spitting poison that`s not dangerous,
Throwing knives that are dull.

I read what you said in that interview.
Was that you?
Why didn`t it hurt you when you cut yourself?
How come there`s no blood coming from those wounds?

Just not that cool.
You`re no hero.

What if you meant it?
We meant it when we sang along.
What the fuck did you think I was pointing my finger at?
My see-through-hero,
You can`t block the bullets I`m going to shoot at you.