The Collector Nine Inch Nails

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
I'm tryin' to fit it all inside
I'm tryin' to open my mouth wide
I'm tryin' not to choke and swallow it all, swallow it all
Swallow it all, swallow it all

[Verse 2]
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 goddamn many of them, it gets hard to breathe

[Chorus]
I'm tryin' to fit it all inside
I'm tryin' to open my mouth wide
I'm tryin' not to choke inside
I am a good boy and I will swallow it all, swallow it all
Swallow it all, swallow it all