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I pick things up, I am a collector And things, well things they tend to accumulate I have this net and 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 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 this 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 hard steps on me, I'm keeping at war 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 to make them 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, 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