Collector, The - Nine Inch Nails

Written by：Trent Reznor

I pick things up I am a collector

And things well things

They tend to accumulate

I have this net and 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

It's time to breed

And it's time to grow inside me

There are times plenty of times

I wish I could let it go

But this time 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 hard steps on me

And I'm keeping at war

And they'll 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 to make them choke inside

I am a big 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

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