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; it's not of gold but of shit
Through the blood he can look, see the lives that he took
From a count to the 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)
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
He doesn't want to read the message
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
He doesn't want to read the message
He doesn't want to read the message here

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): JARED LETO