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