mother what s left of you should i give up your kiss my forehead and it s a torture what have they done to your heart our dreams turned into plagues the world s worst failure i stand still one step from credo this generation couldn t control his own will mother what s left of you should i give up your kiss my forehead and it s a torture what have they done to your heart i m digging my home i m digging my grave i m digging my home i m digging my grave so don t you dare to leave me i ll face this failure i ll burn bright no one will survive this generation couldn t control his own will mother what s left of you should i give up your kiss my forehead and it s a torture what have they done to your heart 