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 learn, see the life that it turn 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 here But he doesn't want to read the message here But he doesn't want to read the message here