Nine Inch Nails - The Collector: lyrics de la chanson

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 they start to breathe and they start to grow inside me
There are times, plenty of times I wish I could let it go
But they start to make me think things I don't want to 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 hurt sticks on me and I keep it warm
They make me stay, they 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
Every last one
Every last one
Every last one