Lyrics:

It's a nice oblivion
That you open with you thumb
(You open with your thumb
You open with your thumb)
Where some Siberian
Uses his finger like a gun
(His finger like a gun
His finger like a gun)

You can't touch me!
Hands up everyone!
Middles to the sun!
You can't touch me!
Hands up everyone!
Middles to the sun!

The feeling of apocalypse
When a touch becomes a grip
(A touch becomes a grip
And a finger's on your lip)
Because you're thinking of a kiss
And you're picturing a fist
(The emoji of a fist
The emoji of a fist)

You can't touch me!
Hands up everyone!
Middles to the sun!
You can't touch me!
Hands up everyone!
Middles to the sun!