We are Sex Bob-Omb and we′re here to make
You think about death and get sad and stuff
This is the beginning of the song
I'm hearing voices, animal noises
The crème de la crème, the feminine abyss
And I′m reaching my threshold
Staring at the truth till I'm blind
My body's stupid, stereo putrid
Spilling out music into raw sewage
I′m reaching my threshold
Staring at the truth till I′m blind
My threshold
My threshold
Reaching my threshold
I'm hearing voices, animal noises
The crème de la crème, the feminine abyss
And I′m reaching my threshold
Staring at the truth till I'm blind
My threshold
I′ll explode
And I'm reaching my threshold
My threshold
My threshold
My threshold
