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 its 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 wanna read the message here
On a mountain he sits, not of gold but of sin
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 wanna 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 wanna read the message here
From yesterday, from yesterday
From yesterday, the fear
From yesterday, from yesterday
But he doesn't wanna read the message here
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