Lyrics:
Lots of speed but no controlStraight down the gutter, straight down the holeLike strangers who know each other very wellJust for your or my distractionCripple any form of human interactionSlowly losing your ability to talkAll tuxedoed upLots of speed but no controlA desperate desperado on paroleThis is your selection of the finestPeel back the foil, the searchlight is onYou're diggin' in, all brakes are goneTotally numb, to this obscene violenceAll tuxedoed upRound round roundWe share and we confessRound round roundA little deeper in distressAll dolled up, let's hit the screenWho's the daddy, who's the kingI'm fed up with all this Wi-fi-high-fivingGod owns your head the devil has your ballsBut you're still the one making the callsSelling all our joy and all your livingAll tuxedoed upRound round roundWe dare and we professRound after round after roundA little deeper in distressAll tuxedoed upRound after round after roundWe curse and we caressRound after round after roundA little deeper in this mess