On a mountain he sits, not of gold but of shit
Through the blood he can learn, see the life that it turn
From council of one
He'll decide when he's done with the innocent
On a mountain he sits, not of gold but of shit
Through the blood he can learn, see the life that it turn
From 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 read the message here.
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