(lyric example) pop goes the weasel

I walked to the barren school. as it stood still and looming, staring daggers through my soul I felt my past echo in my head. flashes of children playing and laughing. then one. one memory one living nightmare sticks out. I was lying staring at the ceiling, the class holding hands, circling me, singing..

 (in the tune of pop goes the weasel (jack in the box song))

eyes are closed

and doors locked tight

the curtains drawn till mornin'

over to the closet door

she come a crawlin'

head on backwards

white night gown

joints snap while calling

"I can hear and taste your fear"

youll be dead by morning