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