Hypnoculture Song Lyrics
Hypnoculture by Roland Grapow Face those facts, you can't relax
You gotta get that train back on it's tracks
Till the morning comes
The work is done
Find your place beneath the sun
Rake those leaves as thick as thieves
Then go and put your heart back on it's sleeve
Till September rain
And all it's pain
Dies in vain
And I know what you're thinking
The world is shrinking your bones