i pick things up   i am a collector   and things,
well things   they tend to accumulate   i have
this net   it drags behind me   and 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 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 hurt sticks on me   and i keep
it warm   they make me stay   they wont let me
leave   there are so god damned 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   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   are you listening?   yes I am
building   something bigger than the world
something terrible   with all of this