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HeÂ’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 itÂ’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, itÂ’s coming!
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 shit
Through the blood he can look, see the life that it took
From the council of one
HeÂ’s decided when heÂ’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, itÂ’s coming!
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
But he doesn't want to read the message here

On his face is a map of the world

From yesterday, itÂ’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 here