Lyrics:

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