(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.