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
  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
  Bad times are contagious
  You laugh and infect
  Criticist, the word that fits
  Put me down to lift you up
    You're pushing me to a breakpoint
  Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint
    Watching pain is your only pleasure
  Sick fascination for someone's disaster
  Self suffering since you were born
  Mess with the bull and you'll get the horn
  Misery, the word that fits
  Can't seem to smile 'till someone's sad
    You're pushing me to a breakpoint
  You're 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, we'll see
  If he can be a nice boy
    Well... I don't know... It's gonna hurt me
  More that it's gonna hurt him
    Let's do it!
    You push me to a breakpoint, breakpoint
  Push me to a breakpoint, breakpoint
  Don't push me, you piece of shit!