di Wachter, Milicevic, s.Leto, j. Leto
THIRTY SECONDS TO MARS
He’s a stranger to some
And a vision to none
He can never get enough
Get enough of the oneFor 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 outOn a mountain he sits
Not of gold but of shit
Through the blood he can look
See the lives that he took
From a count to 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)