(Steve Swindells)



Random faces populate of pockets on my brain

Lonely torched heroes with darkness all full of pain

People crying out for blood to keep them entertained

I can't hold back anymore I can't keep anything contained

I'm captured, exited, so scared I'm sinking

The silence, I'm frightened, I can't help thinking

Of those.

Martyrs and madmen

They where rebels in there day

And the world made them sad men

Because it wouldn't go away.



Martyrs and madmen

Oh martyrs and madmen.



Now I'm tempted by the game,

I'm thrown into the ring

And if I turn out like they did I must do everything

Cause I must stop myself from turning into someone I don't know

Sitting in some hotel room with fire down below

I'm taking, my fight there, I see them screaming

I'm waking, from nightmares, I can't help dreaming

Of those

Martyrs and madmen

They where rebels in there day

And the world made them sad men

Because it wouldn't go away.



Martyrs and madmen

Oh martyrs and madmen.



There's no escaping alcohol,

Or needles straws and spoons

They always saying grace to someone breaking there cocoon

Are they destine to die lonely

Is it all some master plan

To hope that in some twenty years

Someone might understand.



Ooo martyrs and madmen

Ooo martyrs and madmen.



I'm captured, exited, so scared I'm sinking

The silence, I'm frightened, I can't help thinking

Of those.



Martyrs and madmen

They where rebels in there day

And the world made them sad men

Because it wouldn't go away.



Martyrs and madmen.