He′s a stranger to some and a vision to none

He can never get enough, get enough of the one

For a fortune, he'd quit, but it′s hard to admitHow it ends and begins

On his face is a map of the world

A map of the world

On his face is a map of the world

A map of the world

From yesterday, it's coming

From yesterday, the fear

From yesterday, it calls him

But he doesn't want to read the message here!

On a mountain he sits, not of gold, but of shit

Through the blood he can learn, see the life that he took

From the council of one, he′ll decide when he′s done

With the innocent

On his face is a map of the world

A map of the world

On his face is a map of the world

A map of the world

From yesterday, it's coming

From yesterday, the fear

From yesterday, it calls him

But he doesn′t want to read the message

He doesn't want to read the message

He doesn′t want to read the message here

On his face is a map of the world

From yesterday, it's coming

From yesterday, the fear

From yesterday, it calls him

But he doesn′t want to read the message here

From yesterday, from yesterday

From yesterday, the fear

From yesterday, from yesterday

But he doesn't want to read the message

He doesn't want to read the message

He doesn′t want to read the message here