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 write the messages...

On a mountain, he sits,
Not of gold but of shit
Through the blood he can look,
See the lives that he took
From the count to the one
Inside 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 write the message
But he doesn't want to write the message
He doesn't want to write the messages

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
From yesterday,
From yesterday,
From yesterday, no fear
From yesterday
From yesterday
But he doesn't want to write the message
He doesn't want to write the message
He doesn't want to write the messages