The Collector

I pick things up I am a collector And things-well-things which tend to work your mind 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 They start to breed, and they start to grow inside of 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 [Chorus] 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 I am the plaque I am the swarm All your heart sticks on me And I keep it warm They won't let me stay they won't let me leave They are so god damn many of them it gets hard to breath [Chorus] Every last one every last one every last on every last one [repeat to fade out]