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 a gold but of sin,
Through the blood he can learn see the life that it turn,
From Council of One he'll decide when he's done with the innocent.

On his face is a map of the world,
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,
But he doesn't want to read the message,
But 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 here.