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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
Youre pushing me to a breakpoint
Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint

Self esteem you seem to lack
Point the finger
Theres three pointing back
Controls the illusion with all good intent
Bad times are contagious
You laugh and infect
Criticist, the word that fits
Put me down to lift you up

Youre pushing me to a breakpoint
Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint

Watching pain is your only pleasure
Sick fascination for someones disaster
Self suffering since you were born
Mess with the bull and youll get the horn
Misery, the word that fits
Cant seem to smile till someones sad

Youre pushing me to a breakpoint
Youre pushing me, push, push me
Push, push, push 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, well see
If he can be a nice boy

Well... I dont know... Its gonna hurt me
More that its gonna hurt him

Lets do it

You push me to a breakpoint, breakpoint
Push me to a breakpoint, breakpoint
Dont push me, you piece of shit