The Collector lyrics

Song information

Artist: Nine Inch Nails
Album: With Teeth

Lyrics

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 time 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 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 heart sticks on me, and I keep it warm
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 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 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

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"With Teeth" album track list