I pick things up   I am a collector   And things-well-things which tend to work your mind   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   They start to breed, and they start to grow inside of 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      I am the plaque I am the swarm   All your heart sticks on me    And I keep it warm   They won't let me stay they won't let me leave   They are so god damn many of them it gets hard to breath      [Chorus]      Every last one every last one every last on every last one [repeat to fade out]