Lyrics
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
Martin
Martin
There's an illness flowing through him
That's as old as 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
Martin
Martin
He's finding it hard to keep control
He knows it won't be long
And the tongue rolls over his dry lips
And the voice lingers on
The face at the window
The hand under the bed
Martin has hallucinations
Dreams that he's dead
Martin
Martin
Martin
Martin
Martin
Martin
Martin
Martin
Martin
He's finding it hard to keep control
Keep control
Keep control
Finding it hard to keep control
Keep control
He's finding it hard to keep control
Keep control
Finding it hard to keep control
Keep control
Keep control
Martin
Martin
Martin
Martin