Gold Kids

Forgotten folks
run by desperation
are going to fucking die
by their own frustration
A listless youth
against future plans
were getting lost
we hate ourselves
Im waiting
Those same faces
in the same fucking places
wanna erase them all
just forget it all
Im waiting
my last chances
to leave this hell
called home
forget your memories
or let them hurt you...
theres no cure
for the island disease
[ Island Disease Lyrics ]