I pick things up... I am a collector and things... well things tend to accumulate I have this net... it drags behind me collecting feelings for me to feed upon
there are times... plenty of times I wish I could let it go It´s time to breathe and it´s time to grow inside me there are times... plenty of times I wish I could let it go
but this time too many to think... things I don´t want no
I´m trying to fit it all inside I´m trying the whole thing on my plate I´m trying not to choke and swallow it all... swallow it all... swallow it all... swallow it all...
I am the pig I am the swarm all your heart sticks on me and I´m keepin´ it raw they will make me stay they won´t let me leave there are so goddamn many of them it gets so hard to breathe
I´m trying to fit it all inside I´m trying the whole thing on my plate I´m trying not to 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...
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