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.