Texty: Megadeth. Hidden Treasures. 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 pushin' me to a breakpoint
You're pushin' me to a breakpoint
You're pushin' me to a breakpoint
Pushin' 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

[Incomprehensible] contagious, you laugh and infect
Criticist, the word that fits
Put me down to lift you up

You're pushin' me to a breakpoint
You're pushin' me to a breakpoint
You're pushin' me to a breakpoint
Pushin' me, push, push me to a breakpoint

Watchin' 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 pushin' me to a breakpoint
You're pushin' me to a breakpoint
You're pushin' me to a breakpoint
You're pushin' me, pushin' 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
[Incomprehensible]

Breakpoint, you push me to a breakpoint
Breakpoint, you push me to a breakpoint
Breakpoint, don't push me