From Yesterday
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 write the message But he doesn ' t want to read the message He doesn ' t want to write the messages 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...
On a mountain, he sits, Not of gold but of shit Through the blood he can look, See the lives that he took From a 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 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 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 read the message He doesn ' t want to write the messages
37 MARS CODEX 3.0 By Angel Lyly ©