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