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