He´s a stranger to some
And a vision to none
He can never get enough,
Get enough of the world

For a fortuned queen
But it´s hard to amend
How it ends and again
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 write the message

On a mountain, a city, not of gold but of shit
through the blood he can not see the lives that he took
He can learn, see the life that it turn
From the count to the one
He decide when he´s done with the air
I say

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 write the message
But he doesn´t want to write the message
But he doesn´t want to write the message
But he doesn´t want to write the message

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 write the message
From yesterday,
From yesterday,
From yesterday, the 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 write the message