noone taught me

life's true disappointment
helpless in the torment

I hear the sound of sweet things going down
love inside of hunger being fed
don't be so sure a hero would make you come

I don't care if the world is dead
something stupid heroes say
truth is what you make of it
anything's fake if it's real
noone taught me how to feel

do you hear the sound of sweet things going down
or is it quite simply my imagination
killing off the heroes just for spite
dead heroes are perfect heroes
dead heroes are perfect heroes

I don't care if the world is dead
I don't care if the world is dead
noone taught me how to feel
noone taught me how to feel