Apperception

Well, I'd like to thank all the liars and fakes,
Who made this all possible.
So now tell me how many bullets it takes,
To get to the treatment center of a hospital.

One) You could hate me.
or
Two) You could love me.

On the count of three I could give you my reasons,
To die.

Here's my toast to your health,
I pray it's lacking when I see you in hell.
Give it up, you think you've got the world,
You've got another thing coming, girl.

I'm sure you'd like to watch me give,
A part in a scene like this:
Where it's one small step to the edge of this cliff,
And it's a smaller step for me to push you off of it.