Текст песни My Own Paradise - Zach Schimpf

Gonna misbehave
Gonna be okay
Gonna make my own paradise today
Put all my stress on ice
Gonna have my own private paradise

These makeshift fireworks are showing through the fog
They're showing through the fog
And all my cells unfold, the rebel in me screams
The rebel in me screams

A concentrated, percolated feeling of harmony
Passing through my body
I shed this mortal flesh and venture on a quest
A quest I must accept

My own paradise
My own paradise

Broken spell
Feel the moment swell
And envelop you
Unfamiliar yet true
Neon sea filled
With friendly things
You're in paradise
Paradise

Hold it, hold it, don't lose it
Hold it, hold it, don't lose it
Hold it, hold it, don't lose it
Hold it, hold it, don't lose it

An activated, saturated feeling of ecstasy
Growing inside of me
I leave this weathered flesh and venture on a quest
A quest I won't regret

My own paradise
My own paradise