From Yesterday

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 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 doesn't want to read the message here! On a mountain he sits, not of gold, but of shit Through the blood he can learn, see the life that he took From the council of one, he'll decide when 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 doesn't want to read the message He doesn't want to read the message He 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 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 He doesn't want to read the message He doesn't want to read the message here