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
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
Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint
Watching pain is your only pleasure
fascination for someone's sick disaster
Self suffering since you were born
Mess with the bull and you'll get the horn
Misery, the word that fits
Time's 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. Straight-jacket? Hey, hey... let go...let go...Haa
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comBreakpoint, you push me to a breakpoint
Breakpoint, you push me to a breakpoint
Breakpoint, don't push me