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
(map of the world)
On his face is a map of the world
(map of the world)
From yesterday, [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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
(map of the world)
On his face is a map of the world
(map of the world)

From yesterday, [bad word] 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 
But he doesn't want to read the message 

From yesterday, [bad word] 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 
But he doesn't want to read the message here ...