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, no 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 lives that he turned
From the counsil 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, no fear
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn't want to write the message here
But he doesn't want to write the message here
He doesn't want to write the messages

On his face is a map of the world

From yesterday, it’s coming
From yesterday, no fear
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn't want to write the messages
From yesterday,
From yesterday,
From yesterday, no fear
From yesterday
From yesterday
But he doesn't want to write the message
He doesn't want to write the message
He doesn't want to writethe messages