from yerterday

From yesterday He´s a stranger to someAnd a vision to noneHe can never get enough,Get enough of the oneFor a fortune he´d quitBut it´s hard to admitHow it ends and beginsOn 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 himBut he doesn´t want to read the message hereOn a mountain he sits, not of gold but of shitthrough the blood he can learn, see the life that it turnFrom council of oneHe´ll decide when he´s done with the innocentOn 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 himBut he doesn´t want to read the message hereBut he doesn´t want to read the message hereBut he doesn´t want to read the message hereOn his face is a map of the worldFrom yesterday, it´s coming!From yesterday, the fear!From yesterday, it calls himBut he doesn´t want to read the message hereFrom yesterday,From yesterday,From yesterday, the fearFrom yesterday,From yesterdayBut he doesn´t want to read the message hereBut he doesn´t want to read the message hereBut he doesn´t want to read the message here