From Yesterday

"On a mountain he sits, not of gold but of shit/through the blood he can look, see the life that he took/from council of one/he'll decide what 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/he doesn't want to read the message/doesn't want to read the message here"

The lyrics in this piece paint the picture of a man who has committed what sounds like murder. When he thinks about what he has done a terrible fear washes over him, and he is unable to come to terms with what he has done. This guilt on his conscience is slowly eating him. The repetition of "he doesn't want to read the message" really indicates the man's fragile state of mind. This song reminds me of the old days when I used to listen to ridiculous music like this. The one song that took the cake for being the most insane is Vendetta Red's "Vendetta Red Cried Rape on their Date With Destiny" The folly of youth.