Cheaper Than Stolen Goods

I feel cheaper than stolen goods
When I'm awaking,
Now all the tom in down a conversations,
I have last night while I was faking,
Make believe,
See you looking back,
Reviewed mirror,
Better watch your back
In scaring nearer,
Without a season,
For you to hang your hat,
Feel the sweet reason
Strike like a dry slap.
What you feel is nothing more
Than your demons talking,
Push too hard, you push too far,
You've been type of walking,
I'm in two different rooms,
Two different places,
Two different minds,
Two different faces,
Houses, nails, looking for the traces,
I'll make believe...
What you feel...
Ohh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...
Without a season,
For you to hang your hat,
Feel the sweet reason
Strike like a dry slap.
(Chorus) (to end)
Cheaper than stolen goods.