Forgotten folksnrun by desperationnare going to fucking dienby their own frustrationnnA listless youthnagainst future plansnwe're getting lostnwe hate ourselvesnI'm waitingnnThose same facesnin the same fucking placesnwanna erase them allnjust forget it allnI'm waitingnnmy last chancesnto leave this hellncalled 'home'nnforget your memoriesnor let them hurt you...nnthere's no curenfor the island disease