The Collector

i pick things up i am a collector
and things, well things, they tend to accumulate
I have this net and it drags behind me
it picks up feelings for me to feed upon

there are times, plenty of times
i wish i could let it go
its time to breed
and its time to grow inside me
there are times, plenty of times
i wish i could let it go
but this time to make me think,
things i dont want to know

im trying to fit it all inside
im trying to open my mouth wide
im trying not to choke
and swallow it all
swallow it all
swallow it all
swallow it all

i am the plague, i am the swarm
all your hard steps on me,
and im keeping at war
and theyll make me stay they wont let me leave
there are so goddamn many of them
it gets hard to breathe

im trying to fit it all inside
im trying to open my mouth wide
im trying to make them choke inside
i am a big boy
and i will swallow it all
swallow it all
swallow it all
swallow it all

every last one every last one
every last one every last one
every last one every last one
every last one every last one
every last one every last one
every last one every last one
every last one every last one
every last one every last one
every last one every last one
every last one every last one