Letra de Reductionist

The existential vacuum is on Suck, sucking making us numb 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