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 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
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