Alarm

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

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, not of gold but of sin
Through the blood he can learn, see the life that he
Turns
From a council of one
He'll decide when he's done with the innocent

Oh his face is a map of the world
(A map of the world)
Oh his face is a map of the world
(A map of the world)

From yesterday, it's coming!
From yesterday, the fear!