He's a stranger to some
And a vision to none.
He can never get enough,
Enough of the one.
For a fortune he'd quit.
It'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, it's coming.
From yesterday, the fear.
From yesterday, it calls him,
But he don't want to read the message here.
On a mountain he sits, not of gold but of sin.
Through the blood he can look, see the life that he took.
From the council of one
He'll decide what he'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, it's coming.
From yesterday, the fear.
From yesterday, it calls him,
But he don't want to read the message.
He don't want to read the message.
He don't want to read the message here.
