Song lyrics The collector by Nine Inch Nails

I pick things up... I am a collector
and things... well things tend to accumulate
I have this net... it drags behind me collecting feelings for me to feed upon

there are times... plenty of times I wish I could let it go
It´s time to breathe and it´s time to grow inside me
there are times... plenty of times I wish I could let it go

but this time too many to think... things I don´t want no

I´m trying to fit it all inside
I´m trying the whole thing on my plate
I´m trying not to choke and swallow it all... swallow it all... swallow it all... swallow it all...

I am the pig
I am the swarm
all your heart sticks on me and I´m keepin´ it raw
they will make me stay
they won´t let me leave
there are so goddamn many of them it gets so hard to breathe

I´m trying to fit it all inside
I´m trying the whole thing on my plate
I´m trying not to 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...