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 here
 But he doesn't want to read the message here
 But he doesn't want to read the message here

 On his face is a 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
 From yesterday,
 From yesterday,
 From yesterday, the fear
 From yesterday,
 From yesterday
 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