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 admit

How 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 look, see the life that he took

From 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

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

But he doesn’t want to read the message

But he doesn’t want to read the message here