The Collector Songtext

Septic Flesh

von Modern Primitive

The Collector Songtext
Collecting all your pieces
The fourteen parts of you
I seek, I find and take
Collector
I am a part of all existence

(Ra)
Through you, I've seen a god to suffer
(Ra)
My search revolves around his tomb
Revolting aggression
His body parts were scattered
(Ra)
Curse his enemy
The snake with no mercy
The backstabbing thief

Among the dead I see you
Osiris, strangely new
One gain
One loss
Inside a tree, your covered grave
A king surrounded by decay
Deformed
Betrayed

I'm searching for the pieces
The fourteen parts of you
Observing
Perceiving
Reforming
Collector

Collector
I'm searching for your pieces
The scattered parts of you
Perceiver
Retriever
A strange kind of spider is waving a web

So if I mend your pieces
Can I become like you?
A god men believe in and worship
Collector

Collecting all your pieces
The fourteen parts of you
I seek, I find and take
Collector

So if I mend your pieces
Can I become like you?
A god men believe in and worship
Collector