The Collector کے بول

Collecting all your pieces The fourteen parts of you I seek, I find And take, collector I'm a part of all existence Through you, I've seen a God to suffer My search revolves around his tomb Revolting aggression His body parts were scattered 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, bеtrayed I'm searching for the piеces 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