The Collector — Nine Inch Nails

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 it's time to breed And it's got to grow inside me

There are times, plenty of times I wish I could let it go But it's time 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 heart sticks on me And I keep it warm

It'll make me stay It 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 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 [20x]