I channel voices when i sing I go back to the old way of doing things Its not christ or religion i defy I just have this feeling in my stomach that i might Wind up just like you Trapped by what i use And it's a leap year from here I hobble and remained impaired But aaron i long for Aaron i long for Some kind of home Something to call my own Its self-serving what i want to be I guess i'll just chaulk it up to my family Its not the devil or hate that brings this fight I just have this feeling in my stomach that i might Wind up just like you Trapped by what i use And it's a leap year from here I hobble and remained impaired But aaron i long for Aaron i long for Some kind of home Something to call my own