Forked Dreams (80s Goth Coldwave)

[Verse] What will we eat for our final meal? Pain and sorrow with a side of pride? Hopes and dreams hanging on a fork. Our heart's memories eaten alive. [Chorus] Our heart's memories eat us alive. Our heart's memories are what eats us alive. Let's go. [Verse] How will you eat your final meal? Gulp it down or savor each bite? How will that last morsel taste, mortal, knowing it's your last bite alive? [Chorus] Our heart's memories eat us alive. Our heart's memories are what eats us alive.