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