On his face is a map of the world
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
On a mountain he sits, not of gold but of sin
Through the blood he can learn, see the life that he
He'll decide when he's done with the innocent
Oh his face is a map of the world
Oh his face is a map of the world
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