Touchless Songtext
von Meatbodies

Mister Griever, sits in his home
With the apes outside that he doesn′t condone
"I bet the evils are running 'round
They must be stopped, they must be found!"


Mister Griever, what a shame
With the touchless touchers
All in his brain
Now mister Griever, break the cage
Remove those wires from your face

"I bet the touchers are touching now,
They must be stopped, they must be found!"

Touch me through my eyes
Touch me through my optics now