There's no tiger after you No predator on the move Yet all you do Is run from paradise The unreal feels so near It's so hazy here Nothing's clear Smoke gets in your eyes Where do I begin With the state I'm in Sink or swim We're living in Paranoid Times Has it always been this way? Or are these hazy days We're willing prey We love our own demise I get so so low I get so so low I get so low after the highs Where do I begin With the state I'm in Sink or swim We're living in Paranoid Times People are so critical I know cuz I'm critical We're all just animals Who talk and talk and talk about the the thing in the bushes