The Collector lyrics

I pick things up I am a collector And things-well-things which tend to accumulate I have this net It drags behind me It picks up things 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 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 hurt 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 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 Every last one every last one every last on every last one