Nine Inch Nails The Collector текст песни, слова песни The Collector Nine Inch Nails
Nine Inch Nails - The 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, and 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
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