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 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
,
(A map of the world)
( )
