Threshold

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
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
Reaching my threshold
(My threshold)
My threshold
(My threshold)
My threshold
(Reaching my threshold)
My threshold