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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

Needles 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, the only pleasure

Fascination 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 straight jacket? Hey, hey! Let go! Hey!

Breakpoint, you push me to a breakpoint

Breakpoint, you push me to a breakpoint

Breakpoint, don’t push me