Lyrics:

She dropped the bomb
And held the score
A leather fiction
That has left her bored

Another seed
I stuck to you
You get the toxic
with a broken clue

You feel the heat
Content again
A drug that speeds you
Till you hit the band

Prepared for more
You scrubbed the floor
Till you had enough
And then you locked the door

All my senses are collected in my hand
And I think that it was nothing I have planned

Another scene
On a busy street
I know I'm there
To get up my feet

A rip-off fare
Of a leather sign
I feel like something
That was on your mind

Intend the kiss
That let me in
Into a secret
that was made in sin

I took the rope
And stuck too deep
And what has left
is just a fucking creep

All my senses are collected in my hand
And I think that it was nothing I have planned
You know I can't

She will stand
To have you bend
Along the thrill

And cannot soothe you again
You have to wait
To take my hand

All my senses are collected in my hand
And I think that it was nothing I have planned
All my senses feel errected in my hand
And you are banned