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 they start to breathe, and they start to grow inside 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

[Chorus:]
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 hurt sticks on me
And I keep it warm
They will make me stay, they won´t let me leave
There are so god damned many of them it gets hard to breath

[Chorus:]
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 [x20]