Touchless Songtext
von Meatbodies

Mr. Griver, 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!"
Mr. Griver, what a shame, with the touchless touchers all in his brain
Now Mr. Griver, 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
Make this civilized
Make me hypnotized
Touch me through my optics, now!