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
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 On his face is a map of the world
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 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