Room 213

He slips into the room with the broken mirrors Trying to make the voices in his head disappear He crashes to the floor, his head in his hands Trying to recover from his mother's demands Something strange ist going down in Room 213 Inside he fears the strangers in the photo repair Trying to fix the damage from the chain and the chair No one hears the screaming from the house of fear No one sees the man with no eyes appear And something strange ist going down in Room 213 Have you had the feeling that you've been there before Wait a minute mister while I get off the floor Your bones lie chilling, your blood turns cold There's a red tattoo carved into your skull And something strange is going down in Room 213