Breakpoint - Megadeth

Make the rules for me to live by

Rules you break and just let it slide

You try to 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

You’re pushing me to a breakpoint

You’re pushing me to a breakpoint

Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint

Self-esteem you seem to lack

Point the finger, three pointing back

Control’s the illusion with all good intent

Evil is contagious, you laugh and infect

Criticist, the word that fits

Put me down to lift you up

You’re pushing me to a breakpoint

You’re pushing me to a breakpoint

You’re pushing me to a breakpoint

Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint

Watching pain, your only pleasure

Fascination for sick disaster

Suffering since you were born

Mess with the bull, you’ll get the horn

Misery, the word that fits

Times are good when times are bad

You’re pushing me to a breakpoint

You’re pushing me to a breakpoint

You’re pushing me to a breakpoint

Pushing me, pushing me to a breakpoint

«In my opinion as a professional, I recommend we straitjacket 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?

Ha, cool.

A straitjacket?

Hey, hey, let go of me, hey *struggling*.»

Breakpoint, you’ve pushed me to a breakpoint

Breakpoint, you’ve pushed me to a breakpoint

Breakpoint, don’t push me