He’s a stranger to someAnd a vision to noneHe can never get enough,Get enough of the world
For a fortune he'd quitBut it’s hard to admitHow it ends and beginsOn 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 himBut he doesn't want to read the message here
On a mountain he sits, not of gold but of sinthrough the blood he can learn, see the life that he tookFrom a council of oneHe'll decide when he's done with the innocent
On his face is 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 himBut he doesn't want to read the messagehe doesn't want to read the messageHe 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 himBut he doesn't want to read the message hereFrom yesterday,From yesterday,From yesterday, the fearFrom yesterday,From yesterdayBut he doesn't want to read the messageHe doesnt want to read the messagehe doesn't want to read the message here
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