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 creme de la creme, effeminate abyss
And I'm reaching my threshold
Staring at the truth 'til I'm blind
My body's stupid, stereo putrid
Spilling out music into raw sewage
Reaching my threshold
Staring at the truth 'til I'm blind
My threshold
My threshold
Reaching my threshold
My body's stupid, stereo putrid
Spilling out music into raw sewage
Reaching my threshold
Staring at the truth 'til I'm blind
My threshold
I'll explode
Reaching my threshold (my threshold)
My threshold (my threshold)
My threshold (reaching my threshold)
My threshold (my threshold)