megadeth
breakpoint
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 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  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  "In my opinion 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 than it's gonna hurt him"  "Let's do it!"  "Sedate me? Cool! a straight jacket? Hey, hey, let go of me!"  You push me to a breakpoint  Push me to a breakpoint  Push me to a breakpoint  Don't push me, you piece of shit!  