Breakpoint

Make up the rules for me to live by
Rules you break and just let it slide
You try and find you inside of me
Be as great as you want me to be
Hypocrite, the word that fits
Do as you say not as you do

You're pushing me to a breakpoint
You're pushing me to a breakpoint
You're pushing me to a breakpoint
You're pushing me, push
Push me to a breakpoint

Self-esteem you seem to lack
You point your finger, three pointing back
So's the illusion of old golden dance
Evil's contagious and life ain't that fair
Criticisms, the word that fits
Put me down to lift you up

You're pushing me to a breakpoint
You're pushing me to a breakpoint
You're pushing me to a breakpoint
Pushing me, push
Push me to a breakpoint

Watching pain, your only pleasure
Fascination for sick disaster
Suffering since you were born
Mess with the bull you'll get the horn
Misery, the word that fits
Times are good when times are bad

You're pushing me to a breakpoint
You're pushing me to a breakpoint
You're pushing me to a breakpoint
You're pushing me
Pushing me
To a breakpoint

In my opinion as a professional
I recommend we straight-jacket
In the son of a bitch
Lock him in a rubber room
Sedate him heavily
And when he wakes up, if he wakes up
We'll see if he can be a nice boy

Sedate me? Ha, cool!
Straight jacket?
Hey! Hey!
Let go of me! Hey

Breakpoint
You push me to a breakpoint
Breakpoint
You push me to a breakpoint
Breakpoint
Don't push me