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DREAMS OF SCREAMS It’s crowded here wherein I dwell Where the walls and halls swallow the sound of a church bell Cross its threshold and you will see me Me and millions more who will never be free It’s hot in here and nothing can bring us a chill And we’ve all been grinding too long at the mill And then our leader demands we never repent While no one here needs one f***ing cent There ain’t no department stores in which to shop As I feel our leader’s riding crop It stings, it burns, and makes me bleed But I am just one of an unholy breed My cohorts and I keep searching for an exit sign While weakened are we in flesh and spindled spine It’s crowded here wherein I dwell Finally we found a sign that read “There Is No Way Out of Hell” © 2011.…free cee