searching for the naked truth

There never was a better time to better myself
Forever I melt and float away like waves in the ocean
Staring inside of Heaven's eyes hoping the gates will ne open
I'm laying on these fields of hope, waiting till this deal gets closed
I keep getting hotter, but all I seem to feel is cold
Eighteen don't really feel so old, but I think I'm 82
You mean to tell me God took 7 days and all he made was you
I'm out here with the kangaroos, making danger, break the rules
Celebrate my date of birth with acid, get the days confused
Happiness I take from you, searching for the naked truth

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