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 out On a mountain he sits Not of gold but of shit Through the blood he can look See the lives that he took From a count to 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 (But he doesn't want to read the message) 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 (But he doesn't want to read the message) He doesn't want to read the message here!