Make up [bad word] for me to live by [bad word] 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 to a breakpoint
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 to a breakpoint
Pushing me to a breakpoint
Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint

Watching pain's your only pleasure
Fascination for sick disaster
Suffering since you were born
Mess with the bull and you get the horns.
Misery, the word that fits
Times are good when times are bad

You're pushing me to a breakpoint
Pushing me to a breakpoint
Pushing me to a breakpoint
Pushing me, push, push me, push, push ,push me push, push, push me to a breakpoint

"In my opinion as a professional I [bad word] we straight-jacket the son of a [bad word]  lock him in [bad word] room, sedate him, heavily, and when he wakes up, if he wakes up, we'll see if he can be a nice boy"

"Let's do it!"

You push me to a breakpoint
Breakpoint, Push me to a breakpoint,
Breakpoint... Don't push me!