Dead in the mind (mine?), from my fucked up little life, I will remember who I was. Try all I can, try, try, try. I will remember who I was. That's what Hell does for love, That's what Hell does to God. God dug me out of my mother's drunken heart. I remember who I was. We are only time, and we pull ourselves apart. I will remember who I was. That's what Hell does for love, That's what Hell does to God.