[Verse 1]
Blue lights paint another street.
Another family torn in two.
A phone call no one should receive,
A front door opened to bad news.
Someone woke up full of plans.
Someone else made sure they never would.
One heartbeat stopped forever…
Why do they do what they do?
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t tell me how.
Don’t tell me when.
I don’t want the timeline.
I want inside their head.
[Chorus]
Why do they do what they do?
What the fuck made that make sense?
Where’s the line that disappears?
Where’d they lose their innocence?
Is it born?
Is it learned?
Does something snap?
Does something burn?
Why do they do what they do?
[Verse 2]
An old man checks his empty pockets.
A shop owner locks up for the last time.
Years of work gone overnight,
Like it never even crossed their mind.
Did they need it?
Did they want it?
Did they stop to think it through?
Or was another person’s life
Worth less than something new?
One choice. One night.
Why do they do what they do?
[Verse 3]
Curtains never stay half open.
Every footstep sounds the same.
Another message. Another number.
Another stranger knows your name.
Looking over every shoulder.
Checking locks a hundred times.
When does obsession cross the line?
Who convinces them it’s fine?
A life shrinks smaller every day…
Why do they do what they do?
[Verse 4]
A bedroom door.
A shattered trust.
A silence louder than a scream.
One decision steals a lifetime,
Turns tomorrow into memories.
No prison sentence gives it back.
No apology makes it untrue.
A scar you cannot fucking see…
Why do they do what they do?
[Bridge]
They’re human.
That’s the part that fucking scares me.
Not monsters.
Not demons.
Not shadows underneath the bed.
They queue for coffee.
Hold conversations.
Laugh at jokes.
Go home instead.
They breathe like us.
Bleed like us.
Walk the same damn streets we do.
They had birthdays.
Favourite songs.
People who knew them long before.
So where…
Where does a mind become a weapon?
Where does empathy disappear?
What’s the last normal thought
Before someone becomes someone we fear?
Or was there never one?
[Final Chorus]
Why do they do what they do?
Every answer falls apart.
Every theory leaves another hole
Right through the middle of my heart.
Psychologists disagree.
The papers simplify the truth.
Everybody has opinions.
Nobody has proof.
I’m not looking for forgiveness.
I’m not looking for excuse.
I’m chasing one impossible question…
Why do they do what they do?
Maybe there isn’t one.
Maybe nobody knows.
Maybe nobody ever will.
Rin
