It’s late too late to keep this level up much longer
We’ve got to turn it off or turn it down
So why do we do this? Why do we do these things we don’t wanna do at all?
Why do we do this? Beating our heads up against the wall
I keep on driving like a crazy man without the headlights
Racing somewhere I know I shouldn’t go
Why do we do this? Why do we aim for spots we know that hurt the most?
Why do we do this?
It must be the angels on a rampage
They’re taking matters into their own hands
They’re making us do what we don’t want
Making me say I’m moving on
Must be the angels on a rampage
What kind of poison did you slip me when I wasn’t looking?
What kind of hold do I have on you?
And why do we do this? Why do we do these things we don’t wanna do at all?
Why do we do this?
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