Breakpoint

[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] Make the rules for me to live by Rules you break and just let it slide You try to 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] Self-esteem you seem to lack Point the finger, three pointing back Control's the illusion with all good intent Evil is contagious, you laugh and infect Criticist, the word that fits Put me down to lift you up [Chorus] 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 [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Spoken] "In my opinion as a professional, I recommend we straitjacket 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 *struggling*." [Outro] Breakpoint, you've pushed me to a breakpoint Breakpoint, you've pushed me to a breakpoint Breakpoint, don't push me