Accusations, a court room floor   And your best defense just walked out the door   And you'd like to be strong   But you'd rather be weak   And you're watching the circles   Float out of your mouth as you speak      And the words well up   And you start to explode   'Cause you've really got to know      Do you want lies, do you want truth?   Or do you want love, love, love?   Do you want war, do you want peace?   Or do you want love, love, love?   Oh, God is love      So tell me what's your label   That you're so proud to wear   And do you feast as the table of religious despair   Or would you rather put bread in a skeleton mouth   Or just turn on the TV until you completely tune out?      What are we doing   Are we wasting our time?   Tell me are we blind?      (chorus)      Don't you want love?   Don't you want love?   Oh, God is love.