The existential vacuum is on
Suck, sucking making us num
Can you feel it stuck on your sleeves
Eating your friends, stealing the air you breathe
Conscience has not yet had it's say
And even if you want to turn it off
Attention, tension it won't ever stop
It's got of hold of you and all the same
Act like the rest, then give up your name
Conscience has not yet had it's say
Said you were just like them
Reductionist
You turn me on
So let it go
The vacuum is on again
Suck, sucking you and all your friends
And I guess they know, they really know when
All of the sudden, you don't act like them
You turn me on
And then it's not right
It's not too late
To save your life
You turn me on