Letra de The Collector
I pick things up I am a collector And things, well things They tend to accumulateI have this net It drags behind me It picks up feelings For me to feed uponThere are times, plenty of times I wish I could let it go But they start to breathe And they start to grow inside meThere are times, plenty of times I wish I could let it go But they start to make me think Things I don't wanna knowI'm trying to fit it all inside I'm trying to open my mouth wide I'm trying not to choke and swallow it all Swallow it all, swallow it all, swallow it allI am the plague I am the swarm All your hurt sticks on me And I keep it warmThey will make me stay They won't let me leave There are so god damn many of them It gets hard to breatheI'm trying to fit it all inside I'm trying to open my mouth wide I'm trying not to choke inside I am a good boy and I will swallow it all Swallow it all, swallow it all, swallow it allEvery 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