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, the feminine abyss

N' I'm reaching my threshold

Staring out then shoot till I'm blind



My body's stupid, stereo putrid

Spilling out music into raw sewage

Reaching my threshold

Staring out then shoot till I'm blind



My threshold

My threshold

Reaching my threshold






I'm hearing voices, animal noises

The creme de la creme, the feminine abyss

'N I'm reachin' my threshold

Staring out then shoot till I'm blind



My threshold

I'll explode



Reaching my threshold

Threshold

My threshold

My threshold