From Yesterday



He's a stranger to someAnd a vision to noneHe can never get enough,Get enough of the one
For 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 here
On 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 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 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 here
On his face is 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 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