Nine Inch Nails - The Collector lyrics

rate me

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 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 hurt sticks on me

And I keep it warm

They will make me stay, they won't let me leave

There are so god damned many of them it gets hard to breath

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