| Martin is a boy with problems
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| Martin has a family history
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| Martin has too many nightmares
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| He lives in a fantasy
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| There’s a danger that he’ll take too far
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| His morbid curiosity
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| He’s seen too many creepy films
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| He’s read too many books
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| Martin sleeps with all the lights on
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| Martin’s seen too many looks
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| He lives out a strange obsession
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| Tries hard to resist
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| But Martin needs his strange obsession
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| To exist
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| (Kill, kill, kill)
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| He’s far too pale and far too frail
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| To be a normal boy
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| There’s something shining in his eyes
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| The things he’d like to say
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| Martin had a lot to live down
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| Growing up in a mining town
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| Torches burning in the trees
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| The shivering lust of blood
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| There’s an illness flowing through him
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| That’s there all the time
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| And though he watches and he waits
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| He knows he’s not to blame
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| The face at the window
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| The hand under the bed
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| Martin has hallucinations
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| Dreams that he’s dead
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| He finds the hunger’s at its worst
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| When he’s in bed
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| (Kill, kill, kill)
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| He’s finding hard to keep control
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| He knows it won’t be long
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| And his tongue rolls over his dry lips
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| And the voice lingers on |