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