When fall colors turn Black in the alter When cold questions burn I know you know the answer Do you want to do what's right In your rotten mind? Where cruel men are learned Cast into plaster Will warmth return I know you know the answer Do you want to do what's right In your rotten mind? It's not love It's just a filthy habit you can't wish away It's not love Some distorted ideal you think you can save It's not love You're just not whole without your hate That's not love