The Collector
I pick things upI am a collectorAnd things, well things, they tend to accumulateI have this netIt drags behind meIt picks up feelingsFor me to feed upon
There are times, plenty of timesI wish I could let it goBut they start to breathe, and they start to grow inside meThere are times, plenty of timesI wish I could let it goBut they start to make me think things I don't wanna know
[Chorus:]I'm trying to fit it all insideI'm trying to open my mouth wideI'm trying not to choke andSwallow it all, swallow it all, swallow it all, swallow it all
I am the plague I am the swarmAll your hurt sticks on meAnd I keep it warmThey will make me stay, they won't let me leaveThere are so god damned many of them it gets hard to breath
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Every last one