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 Point the finger There's three pointing back Control's the illusion with all good intent Evil's contagious you laugh and infect Criticist, 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 You're pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint Watching pain is your only pleasure Fascination for sick disaster Suffering since you were born Mess with the bull and 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 opinions as a professional I recommend We straight-jacket 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! A straitjacket? 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