The Collector

I pick things up, I am a collector
And things, well things, they tend to accumulate
I have this net, 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 But it’s time to breed
And it’s got to grow inside me There are times, plenty of times
I wish I could let it go But it’s time to make me think things
I don’t wanna know
I’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 all
I am the plague
I am the swarm
All your heart sticks on me And I keep it warm
It’ll make me stay
It won’t let me leave
There are so goddamn many of them
It gets hard to breathe
I’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 all
Every last one