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
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 a council of one he'll decide When he's done with the innocent 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 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 He doesn't want to read the message He doesn't want to read the message here