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] #33; 
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] #33; 
From yesterday, the fear! 
From yesterday, it calls him 
But he doesn't want to read the message here 
But he doesn't want to read the message here 
But he doesn't want to read the message here

No warning sign, no alibi
We're fading faster than the speed of light
Took a chance, crashed and burned
No one will ever, ever learn

I fell apart, but got back up again
And then I fell apart, but got back up again

We both could see crystal clear
The inevitable end was near
Made our choice, trial by fire
To battle is the only way we feel

I fell apart, but got back up again
And then I fell apart, but got back up again
And then I fell apart, but got back up again

Way, oh, Way, oh
Way, oh, Way, oh
Way, oh

So here we are reaching out
The quickest tongue to divide and devour
Divide and devour

If I could end the quest for fire
For [bad word] and love and myself
Myself

And I fell apart, but got back up again

Way, oh, Way, oh